Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning

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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 your mistaken if your thinking that i haven’t been caught 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 have left and it was going to waste

Am
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

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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 did not hide
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the fact you knew i was approaching your throne

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with folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
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saw them , puff your chest out like you never lost a war
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and though i try 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

your past – times , consisted of the strange

and twisted and deranged

and i hate that little game you had called
F Dm
crying lightning
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crying lightning
F Dm
crying lightning
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crying lightning

F Dm
your past – times , consisted of the strange
Am
and twisted and deranged

and i hate that little game you had called
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crying