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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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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
I haven't been cold before
As you bit into lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love 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
of to postpone
You never like yourself
the side but profile
Could 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 a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your 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 man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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
I haven't been cold before
As you bit into lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love 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
of to postpone
You never like yourself
the side but profile
Could 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 a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your 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 man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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