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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you 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 your strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your pastimes 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 rainy afternoons
The time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I 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 assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
of the strange
and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you 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 your strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your pastimes 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 rainy afternoons
The time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I 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 assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
of the strange
and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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