Arctic Monkeys - Crying lightning
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Tuning: E A D G B E
Crying Lightning - Arctic Monkeys (acoustic version)
Tuning standard EADGBe
*Note: When you play the F chord in the second and third chorus let the high E string open
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[Intro]
Am F Am E Am G C E
[Verse]
AmOutside the Fcafe by the Amcracker factoryE
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 beforeE
As you Ambit into your Gstrawberry Clace E
And then a Amflip in your atFtention in the Amform of a gEobstopper
Is all you have Amleft and it was Ggoing to CwasteE
[Bridge]
AmYour past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
[Chorus]
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
[Verse]
The next time that I Amcaught my own Freflection
It was Amon it's way to Emeet you
AmThinking of Gexcuses to postCpone E
You never look like Amyourself from the Fside
But your Amprofile did not Ehide
The fact you Amknew I was apGproaching your Cthrone E
With folded Amarms you occuFpy the bench like AmtoothacheE
Saw them, puff your Amchest out like you Gnever lost a Cwar E
And though I Amtry so not to Fsuffer the indAmignity of a reEaction
There was Amno cracks to Ggrasp or gaps to Cclaw E
[Bridge]
And your Fpast-times, conDmsisted 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
[Outro]
FUninvDmiting
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
Your Fpast-times, conDmsisted of the strange
And Amtwisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
F Dm (once)
Crying
Enjoy,
Yori