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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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the by the cracker factory
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit into strawberry 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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "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"
Your 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit into strawberry 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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "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"
Your 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
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