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Intro: Am F C E Am G C E
OutsiAmde the cafe byF the cracker factorCy E You were practicingAm a magic trick G C E And my thoughts gAmot rude, as you taFlked and chewed C E On the last Amof your pick andG mix C E
Said your mistaken if your thinking that I hAmaven't been caught coFld C before E As you bit iAmnto your strawberry Glace C E And then a flip in your attention in theAm form of a gobstopperF C E Is all you have left andAm it was going to wasteG C 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 caught my oAmwn reflection F It was on iCt's way to meet you E AmThinking of excuses Gto postpone C E You never look like yourself froAmm the side F But your profileC did not hide E The fact you knew I wasAm approaching your thrGone C E
With folded arms yoAmu occupy the bench like Ftoothache C E Saw them, puff your chest out like yAmou never lost a war G C E And though I try so notAm to suffer the indFignity of a reactCion E There was Amno cracks to grasp or gaps toG claw C E
And your past-times, consFisted of the strange Dm And twisted Fand deranged Dm And I hateAm that little game you had called FCrying Dmlightning And how yoAmu like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
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
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