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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You practicing a trick
And my 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 been called cold before
As you bit into lace
And then offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you 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 like yourself
the side but profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
Like you'd never lost 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 twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had "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"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying"...
You practicing a trick
And my 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 been called cold before
As you bit into lace
And then offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you 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 like yourself
the side but profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
Like you'd never lost 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 twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had "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"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying"...
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