Lyrics and Chords Guitar Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning

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Am          F           Am             F
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
        Am           F     C     E(7)
You were practicing a magic trick
      Am           F            Am         F
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
      Am           F        C   E(7)
On the last of your pick and mix


                          Am              F                   Am         F
Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
      Am            F          C    E(7)
As you bit into your strawberry lace
          Am             F              Am         F
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
               Am              F        C    E(7)
Is all you have left and it was going to waste


Am
Your 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


                    Am            F
The next time that I caught my own reflection
      Am             F
It was on it's way to meet you
Am          F              C    E(7)
Thinking of excuses to postpone
                   Am                F
You never look like yourself from the side
        Am              F
But your profile did not hide
            Am           F              C      E(7)
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne


           Am           F                 Am       F
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
                   Am                 F            C   E(7)
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
            Am            F             Am            F
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
         Am           F                C    E(7)
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw


        F              Dm     
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
   Am
And twisted and deranged
     Am
And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
Crying lightning
                   Am
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons


F    Dm
Uninviting
   Am
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
       F      Dm        Am
You are crying lightning



Your past-times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning
F      Dm
Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning


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