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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the cracker factory
You 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
I haven't called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
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 rainy afternoons
The next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You yourself
From the side but profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed out
Like you'd lost a war
Although I 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 half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You 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
I haven't called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
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 rainy afternoons
The next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You yourself
From the side but profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed out
Like you'd lost a war
Although I 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 half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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