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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the factory
You a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit into lace
And offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You like yourself
From the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and your chest out
Like you'd lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on 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 game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit into lace
And offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You like yourself
From the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and your chest out
Like you'd lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on 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 game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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