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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were 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
I haven't called cold before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that 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 my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of to postpone
You looked yourself
the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never 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 that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had "Crying"...
You were 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
I haven't called cold before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that 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 my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of to postpone
You looked yourself
the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never 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 that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had "Crying"...
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