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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the factory
You practicing a magic 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
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little 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 to postpone
You never looked yourself
the but your profile
not the fact
You I was approaching your throne
arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And your 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 afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I 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 "Crying"...
You practicing a magic 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
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little 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 to postpone
You never looked yourself
the but your profile
not the fact
You I was approaching your throne
arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And your 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 afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I 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 "Crying"...
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