Introduction: Am
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
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You were practicing a magic trick
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And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
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On the last of your pick and mix
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Said you-re mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been caught
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cold before
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As you bit into your strawberry lace
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And then offer me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
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Is all you had left and it was going to waste
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Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
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Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
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The next time that I caught my own reflection
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It was on it's way to meet you
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Thinking of excuses to postpone
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You never look like yourself from the side
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But your profile could not hide
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The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
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With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
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Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
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And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
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There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
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Dm
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
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And twisted and deranged
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And I hate that little game you had called
Dm
Crying lightning
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And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Dm
Uninviting
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But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
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Dm
You are crying lightning
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Dm
Oh you were reading a book about some idiot
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And telling me about another
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Dm
I was so severely underwhelmed
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I thought I might never recover
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Straighten the rudder girl
Dm
And sail me up stairs
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And go and find somebody
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Who cares
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Dm
Well we might not be the perfect partners
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But tonight we make a pair
Am
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
Am
And twisted and deranged
Am
F
And I hate that little game you had called
Dm
Am
Crying lightning
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Crying lightning
Dm
Am
Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning
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Dm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
Am
And twisted and deranged
Am
F
And I hate that little game you had called
Dm
Cryi--------ng