Arctic Monkeys - Cryin' Lightnin' ( Acoustic ) | Текст песни и Аккорды

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• Arctic Monkeys
• Cryin' Lightnin' ( Acoustic )

Intro:
Am F Am E
Am G C Ab

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 caught
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 had 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 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 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

Am Dm
Oh you were reading a book about some idiot
F E
And telling me about another
Am Dm
I was so severely underwhelmed
F E
I thought I might never recover
Am
Straighten the rudder girl
Dm
And sail me up stairs
F
And go and find somebody
E
Who cares
Am Dm
Well we might not be the perfect partners
F E
But tonight we make a pair
Am 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
Am F
Crying lightning
Dm Am
Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning

F 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