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