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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you 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 yourself
From the side but profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And 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 assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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 little game
You had "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you 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 yourself
From the side but profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And 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 assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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 little game
You had "Crying"...
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