Аккорды Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning

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Am          F           Am             F
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
         Am           F     C     E
You were practicing a magic trick
       Am           F            Am         F
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
       Am           F        C   E
On the last of your pick and mix


                           Am              F                   Am         F
Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
       Am            F          C    E
As you bit into your strawberry lace
           Am             F              Am         F
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
                Am              F        C    E
Is all you have left and it was going to waste


Am
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


                     Am            F
The next time that I caught my own reflection
       Am             F
It was on it's way to meet you
Am          F              C    E
Thinking of excuses to postpone
                    Am                F
You never look like yourself from the side
         Am              F
But your profile did not hide
             Am           F              C      E
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne


            Am           F                 Am       F
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
                    Am                 F            C   E
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
             Am            F             Am            F
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
          Am           F                C    E
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw


         F              Dm      
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
    Am
And twisted and deranged
      Am
And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
Crying lightning
                    Am
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons


F    Dm
Uninviting
    Am 
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
        F      Dm        Am
You are crying lightning



Your past-times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning
F      Dm
Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning


     F              Dm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
    Am
And twisted and deranged
      
And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
Crying
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