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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a trick
And my got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little 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 meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and your chest out
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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I 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 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 twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a trick
And my got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little 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 meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and your chest out
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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I 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 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 twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
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