paroles de chanson Crying Lightning - Arctic Monkeys
Outside
the
café
by
the
cracker
factory,
you
were
practicin'
a
magic
trick
And
my
thoughts
got
rude
as
you
talked
and
chewed
On
the
last
of
your
pick'n'
mix
Said,
"You're
mistaken
if
you're
thinkin'
that
I
haven't
been
called
'cold'
before"
As
you
bit
into
your
strawberry
lace
Then
offered
me
your
attention
in
the
form
of
a
gobstopper
It's
all
you
had
left
and
it
was
goin'
to
waste
Your
past
times
consisted
of
the
strange
And
twisted
and
deranged
And
I
loved
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
Thinkin'
of
excuses
to
postpone
You
never
looked
like
yourself
from
the
side
But
your
profile
could
not
hide
The
fact
you
knew
I
was
approachin'
your
throne
With
folded
arms
you
occupied
the
bench
like
toothache
Stood
and
puffed
your
chest
out
like
you'd
never
lost
a
war
And
though
I
tried
so
not
to
suffer
the
indignity
of
a
reaction
There
was
no
cracks
to
grasp
or
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
Uninvitin'
But
not
half
as
impossible
as
everyone
assumes,
you
are
crying
lightning
Your
past
times
consisted
of
the
strange
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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