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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the cracker factory
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit 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
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next that I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although 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 twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit 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
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next that I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although 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 twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
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