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
Am F
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
Am
And twisted and deranged
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And I hate that little game you had called
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Crying lightning
Am
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

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Uninviting
Am
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
F Dm Am
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
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Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning

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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