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Текст песни Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning

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Outside the café by the cracker factory

You were practicing a magic trick

And my thoughts got rude

As you talked and chewed

On the last of your pick n mix

Said your mistaken if you thinking that I an't been called cold before

As you bit into your strawberry lace,

And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper,

Is all you have left and it was going to waste



Your past times

Consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I love that little game you had called

Crying Lightning

And how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons



The next time that I caught my own reflection

It was on it's way to meet you

Thinking of excuses to postpone

You never look like yourself from the side

But your profile did not hide,

The fact you knew I was approaching your throne



With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache

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

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

There was no cracks to grasp, no gaps to claw



And your past times

Consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called

Crying Lightning

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

Uninviting

But not have as impossible as everyone assumes

You are Crying Lightning



Your past times

Consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called

Crying Lightning

Crying Lightning

Crying Lightning

Crying Lightning

Your past times

Consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called

Crying

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