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