Crying Lightning Outside the café 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 your 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 afternoon's 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 try so not to suffer the indignity of 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 afternoon's 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 --

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