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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 of your pick 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 your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted 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 rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
You practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick 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 your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted 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 rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
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