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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With folded you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to or gaps to claw
And of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted 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 game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With folded you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to or gaps to claw
And of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted 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 game
You had called "Crying"...
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