Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning,

Intro: 
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
            
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You were practicing a magic trick
         
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And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
        
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On the last of your pick and mix

                                 
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Said you’re mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been caught
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cold before
       
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As you bit into your strawberry lace
                           
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And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
                
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Is all you had left and it was going to waste

 
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Your past-times, consisted of the strange
      
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And twisted and deranged
             
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And I love that little game you had called crying lightning
         
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And how you like to aggravate 
        
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the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

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 (Strum Once)

                      
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The next time that I caught my own reflection
       
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It was on it's way to meet you
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Thinking of excuses to postpone
                     
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You never look like yourself from the side
          
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But your profile could not hide
             
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The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

            
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With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
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Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
              
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And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
      
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There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

        
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And your past-times, consisted of the strange
     
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And twisted and deranged
      
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And I hate that little game you had called
        
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Crying lightning
                    
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And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
    
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Uninviting
    
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But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
       
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You are crying lightning

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Oh you were reading a book about some idiot
     
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And telling me about another

      
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I was so severely underwhelmed
             
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I thought I might never recover

                
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Straighten the rudder girl
     
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And sail me up stairs
    
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And go and find somebody
      
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Who cares

        
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Well we might not be the perfect partners
       
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But tonight we make a pair

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Your past-times, consisted of the strange
      
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And I hate that little game you had called

        
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Crying lightning
        
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Crying lightning
        
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Crying lightning
        
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Crying lightning

    
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Your past-times, consisted of the strange
     
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And twisted and deranged
       
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And I hate that little game you had called
       
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Cryi---ng