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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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the cafe by the cracker factory
You practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You like yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your 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 rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
You practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You like yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your 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 rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
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