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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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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 if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And offered me attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you 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
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and out
Like you'd never a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that 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 if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And offered me attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you 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
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and out
Like you'd never a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
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