[00:00.00] 作词 : Alex Turner/Arctic Monkeys
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Arctic Monkeys
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[00:18.12]Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
[00:21.66]You were practicing a magic trick
[00:26.08]And my thoughts got rude,
[00:28.70]As you talked and chewed
[00:31.01]On the last of your pick and mix
[00:33.97]
[00:34.92]Said your mistaken if your thinking that
[00:36.92]I haven't been called cold before
[00:39.95]As you bit into your strawberry lace
[00:44.03]And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
[00:48.72]Is all you have left and it was going to waste
[00:52.14]
[00:54.23]Your past-times, consisted of the strange
[00:58.20]And twisted and deranged
[01:00.34]And I love that little game you had called
[01:04.21]Crying lightning
[01:06.35]And how you like to aggravate
[01:08.58]The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
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[01:19.29]The next time that I caught my own reflection
[01:22.48]It was on it's way to meet you
[01:25.17]Thinking of excuses to postpone
[01:28.66]You never look like yourself from the side
[01:31.43]But your profile did not hide
[01:33.58]The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
[01:37.13]
[01:37.80]With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
[01:41.99]Stood and puff your chest out like you never lost a war
[01:46.89]And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
[01:52.06]There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
[01:55.66]And your past-times, consisted of the strange
[02:00.95]And twisted and deranged
[02:03.24]And I hate that little game you had called
[02:07.00]Crying lightning
[02:09.03]And how you like to aggravate
[02:11.38]The icky man on rainy afternoons
[02:14.61]
[02:16.02]Uninviting
[02:19.03]But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
[02:23.38]You are crying lightning
[02:27.55]
[02:50.00]
[02:54.71]Your past-times, consisted of the strange
[02:58.84]And twisted and deranged
[03:01.23]And I hate that little game you had called
[03:05.02]Crying lightning
[03:09.35]Crying lightning
[03:13.46]Crying lightning
[03:17.96]Crying lightning
[03:21.12]Your past-times, consisted of the strange
[03:26.30]And twisted and deranged
[03:28.55]And I hate that little game you had called
[03:32.09]Crying