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Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning: chords

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

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

Chorus:
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             E
It was on it's way to meet you
Am          G              C    E
Thinking of excuses to postpone
                    Am                F
You never look like yourself from the side
         Am              E
But your profile did not hide
             Am           G              C      E
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

Chorus:
          F              Dm
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
     Am
And twisted and deranged
       Am                            F
And I hate that little game you had called
        Dm
Crying lightning
                       Am
And how you like to aggravate
                               F
the icky man on rainy afternoons
    Dm
Uninviting
    Am
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
     F          Dm
You are crying lightning

Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning
Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called Crying

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