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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 magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "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 looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no 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 liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
pastimes, of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "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 looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no 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 liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
pastimes, of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying"...
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