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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit 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 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 rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
and your chest out
you'd lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying"...
You practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit 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 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 rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
and your chest out
you'd lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying"...
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