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