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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and out
you'd never a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted 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 hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
You were a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and out
you'd never a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted 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 hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
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