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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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the 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 been called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, 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 been called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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