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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You a magic trick
And my thoughts 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 been cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes 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 rainy afternoons
The time I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of to postpone
You looked yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed out
you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on rainy 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 that little game you had called
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
You a magic trick
And my thoughts 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 been cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes 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 rainy afternoons
The time I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of to postpone
You looked yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed out
you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on rainy 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 that little game you had called
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
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