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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 thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time I caught 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 I was approaching throne
With arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and your chest out
you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The of a reaction
was no to or to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time I caught 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 I was approaching throne
With arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and your chest out
you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The of a reaction
was no to or to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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