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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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the cafe by the factory
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted 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 time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or to claw
And pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
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 thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted 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 time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or to claw
And pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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