^AmOutside the ^Fcafe by the ^Amcracker factory^E You were ^Ampracticing a ^Gmagic ^Ctrick ^E And my ^Amthoughts got ^Frude, as you ^Amtalked and ^Echewed On the ^Amlast of your ^Gpick and ^Cmix ^E

Said your mistaken if your ^Amthinking that I ^Fhaven't been caught ^Amcold before^E As you ^Ambit into your ^Gstrawberry ^Clace ^E And then a ^Amflip in your at^Ftention in the form ^Amof a gobsto^Epper Is all you have ^Amleft and it was ^Ggoing to ^Cwaste^E

^AmYour 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 ^Amcaught my own ^Freflection It was ^Amon it's way to ^Emeet you ^AmThinking of ^Gexcuses to post^Cpone ^E You never look like ^Amyourself from the ^Fside But your ^Amprofile did not ^Ehide The fact you ^Amknew I was ap^Gproaching your ^Cthrone ^E

With folded ^Amarms you occu^Fpy the bench like ^Amtoothache^E Saw them, puff your ^Amchest out like you ^Gnever lost a ^Cwar ^E And though I ^Amtry so not to ^Fsuffer the ind^Amignity of a re^Eaction There was ^Amno cracks to ^Ggrasp or gaps to ^Cclaw ^E

And your ^Fpast-times, con^Dmsisted of the strange And ^Amtwisted and deranged And I ^Amhate that little game you had called ^FCrying ^Dmlightning And how you like to ^Amaggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

^FUninv^Dmiting But ^Amnot half as impossible as everyone assumes You are ^Fcrying ^Dmlightning ^Am

Your past-times, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called

^FCrying ^Dmlightning ^AmCrying lightning ^FCrying ^Dmlightning ^AmCrying lightning

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Arctic Monkeys - Crying lightning