Crying Lightning
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โฑ๏ธ 3:43 duration
๐ ID: 296437
๐ Lyrics
Outside the cafรฉ 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'n'mix
Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called 'cold' before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
Then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your past times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I loved 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 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 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
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..."
And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick'n'mix
Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called 'cold' before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
Then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your past times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I loved 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 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 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
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..."
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:17.96] Outside the cafรฉ by the cracker factory, you were practicing a magic trick
[00:26.10] And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
[00:30.97] On the last of your pick'n'mix
[00:34.88] Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called 'cold' before"
[00:39.61] As you bit into your strawberry lace
[00:43.97] Then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
[00:48.40] It's all you had left and it was going to waste
[00:53.95] Your past times consisted of the strange
[00:58.24] And twisted and deranged
[01:00.35] And I loved that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
[01:06.07] And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
[01:12.88]
[01:19.57] The next time that I caught my own reflection
[01:22.14] It was on its way to meet you
[01:25.07] Thinking of excuses to postpone
[01:28.67] You never looked like yourself from the side
[01:31.18] But your profile could not hide
[01:33.43] The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
[01:37.43] With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
[01:41.78] Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war
[01:46.46] And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
[01:51.62] There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
[01:55.87] And your past times consisted of the strange
[02:00.82] And twisted and deranged
[02:02.96] And I hate that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
[02:08.80] And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
[02:15.78] Uninviting
[02:18.83] But not half as impossible as everyone assumes, you are crying lightning
[02:28.92]
[02:54.66] Your past times consisted of the strange
[02:59.06] Twisted and deranged
[03:01.01] And I hate that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
[03:09.29] "Crying Lightning"
[03:13.93] "Crying Lightning"
[03:18.42] "Crying Lightning"
[03:21.27] Your past times consisted of the strange
[03:26.22] And twisted and deranged
[03:28.43] And I hate that little game you had called "Crying..."
[03:34.56]
[00:26.10] And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
[00:30.97] On the last of your pick'n'mix
[00:34.88] Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called 'cold' before"
[00:39.61] As you bit into your strawberry lace
[00:43.97] Then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
[00:48.40] It's all you had left and it was going to waste
[00:53.95] Your past times consisted of the strange
[00:58.24] And twisted and deranged
[01:00.35] And I loved that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
[01:06.07] And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
[01:12.88]
[01:19.57] The next time that I caught my own reflection
[01:22.14] It was on its way to meet you
[01:25.07] Thinking of excuses to postpone
[01:28.67] You never looked like yourself from the side
[01:31.18] But your profile could not hide
[01:33.43] The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
[01:37.43] With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
[01:41.78] Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war
[01:46.46] And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
[01:51.62] There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
[01:55.87] And your past times consisted of the strange
[02:00.82] And twisted and deranged
[02:02.96] And I hate that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
[02:08.80] And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
[02:15.78] Uninviting
[02:18.83] But not half as impossible as everyone assumes, you are crying lightning
[02:28.92]
[02:54.66] Your past times consisted of the strange
[02:59.06] Twisted and deranged
[03:01.01] And I hate that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
[03:09.29] "Crying Lightning"
[03:13.93] "Crying Lightning"
[03:18.42] "Crying Lightning"
[03:21.27] Your past times consisted of the strange
[03:26.22] And twisted and deranged
[03:28.43] And I hate that little game you had called "Crying..."
[03:34.56]