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Intro :           
                   
 
 
  Outside the   cafe by the   cracker fa  ctory
You were pra  cticing a   magic   trick   
And my th  oughts got   rude, as you   talked and   chewed
On the l  ast of your   pick and   mix   
 
 
Said you're mistaken if you're th  inking that I   haven't been caught
  cold before   
As you   bit into your s  trawberry   lace   
And then a flip in your att  ention in the   form of a   gobstopper   
Is all you had l  eft and it was   going to   waste   
 
 
  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
 
 
  
                                     
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was   on it's way to   meet you
  Thinking of ex  cuses to   postpone  
You never look like y  ourself from the   side
But your p  rofile could not   hide
The fact you   knew I was app  roaching   your throne  
 
 
With folded   arms you occu  pied the bench like   toothache
  Stood and puffed your   chest out like you   never lost   a war    
And though I t  ried so not to   suffer the   indignity of a   reaction
There   was no cracks to g  rasp or gaps t  o claw   
 
 
And your   past-times, co  nsisted of the strange
And t  wisted and deranged
And I   hate that little game you had called     
Crying l  ightning
And how you like to   aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons     
Unin  viting
But   not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are   crying   lightning
 
 
  
 
Oh you were r  eading a book about   some idiot
And t  elling me about an  other
 
 
I was   so severely   underwhelmed
I thought I m  ight never r  ecover
 
 
Straighten the r  udder girl
And s  ail me up stairs
And   go and find somebody
Who ca  res
 
 
Well we   might not be the   perfect partners
But ton  ight we make a   pair
 
 
  Your past-times, con  sisted of the strange
And tw  isted and deranged
And I h  ate that little game you had called     
 
 
Crying l  ightning       
Crying l  ightning       
Crying l  ightning       
Crying l  ightning
 
 
Your   past-times, con  sisted of the strange
And t  wisted and deranged
And I h  ate that little game you had called     
Cry  ing

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