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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 and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit strawberry lace
And then me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
folded 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 of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit strawberry lace
And then me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
folded 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 of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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