Crying Lightning by Arctic Monkeys

Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts 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 into your strawberry lace
And then (1)______________ me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste

Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And (2)______________ and deranged
And I love (3)________ 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 (4)____________ my own reflection
It was on its way to (5)________ you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching (6)________ throne
With folded arms you occupied
The (7)__________ like a toothache
Stood 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 gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate (8)________ little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on (9)__________ afternoons

Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"

Your pastimes 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 (10)____________ game
You had called "Crying"...

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