Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning lyrics

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Sat in the cafe by the cracker factory <br>

You were practicing a magic trick <br>

And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed <br>

On the last of your pick and mix <br>

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Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before <br>

As you bit into your strawberry lace <br>

And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper <br>

Is all you have left and it was going to waste <br>

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Your past-times, consisted of the strange <br>

And twisted and deranged <br>

And I love that little game you had called <br>

Crying lightning <br>

And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons <br>

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The next time that I caught my own reflection <br>

It was on it's way to meet you <br>

Thinking of excuses to postpone <br>

You never look like yourself from the side <br>

But your profile did not hide <br>

The fact you knew I was approaching your throne <br>

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With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache <br>

Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war <br>

And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction <br>

There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw <br>

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And your past-times, consisted of the strange <br>

And twisted and deranged <br>

And I hate that little game you had called <br>

Crying lightning <br>

And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons <br>

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Uninviting <br>

But not half as impossible as everyone assumes <br>

You are crying lightning <br>

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Your past-times, consisted of the strange <br>

And twisted and deranged <br>

And I hate that little game you had called <br>

Crying lightning <br>

Crying lightning <br>

Crying lightning <br>

Crying lightning <br>

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Your past-times, consisted of the strange <br>

And twisted and deranged <br>

And I hate that little game you had called <br>

Crying<br>

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