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Crying Lightning
Arctic Monkeys Lyrics


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

Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called "cold" before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste

Your pastimes, 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 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 never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
"Crying Lightning"
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes 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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Written by: Alex Turner

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Mike Tucson456

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

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

1st CHORUS:
Your past-times, consisted of a strange
And twisted and deranged
And i love that little game you had called
>Crying Ligtning<
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 excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profule did not hide
The fact you knew i was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Stood and puff your chest out like your never lost a war
And though i try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

2nd CHORUS
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and derranged
And i hate that little game you had called
>Crying Lightning<
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy
afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are >Crying Lightning<
-------------------solo----------------------
3rd CHORUS:
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and derrange
And i hate that little game you had called
>Crying Lightning<
>Crying Lightning<
>Crying Lightning<
>Crying Lightning<
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and derranged
And i hate that little game you had called
>Crying<



Sulekha

(Lyrics)
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you have left 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 excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Stood and puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning
Your past-times, 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 past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying



Hoxton

[LYRICS]
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called "cold" before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes, 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 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 never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
"Crying Lightning"
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
Crying lightning
And 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"



Victor Martinez

this song is one of my favourites ever and I literally just found out it has a """secret""" third verse! It only exists in the acoustic version, which you can easily find on YouTube or SoundCloud

the verse in question:

"Oh you were reading a book about some idiot and telling me about another
I was so severely underwhelmed I thought I might never recover

Straighten the rudder girl and sail me up stairs
And go and find somebody who cares
Well we might not be the perfect partners but tonight we make a pair"

I personally liked it a lot, it gives the song even more of a bittersweet feeling. I wish I knew about this before, so I'm commenting just so someone else can find out about it too :)



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「cucumber」

i love how Alex completely changes his look every album and Matt has looked the exact same for the past 15 years

Abbie Dorothy McCarthy

dang

yosemite

@ok que preciosa lana en tu foto

yosemite

😭😭😭

lol

Yes

Breath of the Universe

2009 is favorite haircut tbh

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Rose

not that anyone cares, but this is my favourite Arctic Monkeys song

Polly Cleary

its my favourite too (well all of the songs by Artic monkeys are my favourite )

Philip Agustin

same

illkarnash

i care

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