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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the cracker factory
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never 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 bench like a toothache
and puffed chest out
Like you'd lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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 a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never 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 bench like a toothache
and puffed chest out
Like you'd lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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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