Crying Lightning chords

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Am _ _ F _ Ab _ Am _ _ E _ Abm _ .
Am _ _ C _ _ _ Ab _ B _ Am _ .
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory, you were practicing a magic C trick.
Ab And A my Dm thoughts got rude A as you talked Ab and chewed A on the last G of your pick and Am mix.
Said you must be thinking of your thinking as I haven't been cold before.
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Have you Am listened to your strawberry C mix.
Ab Then I Am took my attention in the form of a gob E starter.
It's all Am you had left and it was going to E waste.
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A Your Am Ab pastimes A consisted Ab of the Am strange, entwisted and Ab deranged.
A And I loved that Cm little game you A had called Am crying lightning.
And Ab how you A liked to Ab aggravate the ice cream A on a rainy Am afternoon.
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The _ Am _ B _ Ab _ _ Am _ Eb _ .
E _ Ab _ Cm _ _ C _ Abm E next Ab time that B I caught F my own reflection, it was on its way E to meet you.
Am Thinking G of Dm excuses to C F postpone.
E You Am never looked like yourself F from the Ab side, but Am your profile could E not hide.
Am In fact, you knew G I was D approaching Fm your throne.
E C With soldered arms Dm you Fm occupied F the bench like toothache.
E Scored and poked your chest Dm out like you'd never lost C a Ab war.
E Am And though I tried Dm so not Fm to suffer the F E indignity of reaction, C there was no crack to Dm grasp or gas Am to Ab claw.
E F And your _ Dm pastimes consisted of the Am strange, untwisted and deranged.
And I hate that little game you F had called crying Dm lightning.
And how you liked Am to aggravate the ice cream on a rainy afternoon.
F _ _ _ _ Dm _ Uninviting, Am but not half as impossible as everyone assumes F you are.
_ Dm Crying lightning.
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_ pastimes consisted of the D strange, twisted and deranged.
I hate that little game you F had called _ crying Dm lightning.
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_ _ Crying lightning.
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_ _ Dm Crying lightning.
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_ _ Crying lightning.
And your F _ _ _ Dm pastimes consisted of the Am strange, twisted and deranged.
I hate that little game you F had called crying.
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