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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the factory
You practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed chest out
you'd never lost a war
I so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed chest out
you'd never lost a war
I so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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