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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the factory
You were practicing a magic 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 your lace
And then me attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you 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 looked like yourself
From the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic 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 your lace
And then me attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you 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 looked like yourself
From the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
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