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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 of your pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold 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 and it was going to waste
Your consisted 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 that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was your throne
With folded you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed out
you'd never a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to or gaps to claw
And pastimes 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 half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold 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 and it was going to waste
Your consisted 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 that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was your throne
With folded you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed out
you'd never a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to or gaps to claw
And pastimes 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 half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying"...
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