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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love game
You had called "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
of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
you'd never a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp 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 to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love game
You had called "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
of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
you'd never a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp 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 to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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