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