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Arctic Monkeys Lyrics

2. Crying Lightning



Outside the cafe 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 pecan mix

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

Your pastimes 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 its way to meet you 
Thinking of excuses to postpone 
You never looked like yourself from the side 
But your profile could not hide 
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne 

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

And your pastimes 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 half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
Crying lightning 

Your pastimes consisted of the strange 
Twisted and deranged 
And I hate that little game you had called 
Crying lightning [x4]

Your pastimes consisted of the strange 
And twisted and deranged 
And I hate that little game you had called 
Crying


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