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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit lace
And offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your pastimes 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 rainy afternoons
The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little 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"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit lace
And offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your pastimes 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 rainy afternoons
The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little 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"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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