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歌词
作词 : Alex Turner
作曲 : Arctic Monkeys/Alex Turner
Outside the cafe 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 and mix
Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
you had called Crying Lightning
And how you'd like to aggravatе the ice-cream man
On rainy aftеrnoons
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
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
you had called Crying Lightning
And how you'd like to aggravatе icky man
on rainy afternoons
Uninviting,
but not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
Crying Lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning, woah-oh
Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called Crying
作曲 : Arctic Monkeys/Alex Turner
Outside the cafe 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 and mix
Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
you had called Crying Lightning
And how you'd like to aggravatе the ice-cream man
On rainy aftеrnoons
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
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
you had called Crying Lightning
And how you'd like to aggravatе icky man
on rainy afternoons
Uninviting,
but not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
Crying Lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning, woah-oh
Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called Crying
lrc 歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Alex Turner [00:01.000] 作曲 : Arctic Monkeys/Alex Turner [00:19.343]Outside the cafe by the cracker factory“ [00:22.663]You were practicing a magic trick [00:26.991]And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed [00:31.711]On the last of your pick and mix [00:36.082]Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking [00:37.543]That I haven't been called cold before" [00:40.941]As you bit into your strawberry lace [00:45.333]And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper [00:49.927]It's all you had left and it was going to waste [00:55.842]Your pastimes consisted of the strange [00:59.997]And twisted and deranged [01:02.473]And I love that little game [01:04.408]you had called Crying Lightning [01:08.304]And how you'd like to aggravatе the ice-cream man [01:11.826]On rainy aftеrnoons [01:21.512]The next time that I caught my own reflection [01:24.864]It was on its way to meet you [01:27.583]Thinking of excuses to postpone [01:31.031]You never looked like yourself from the side [01:33.712]But your profile could not hide [01:36.030]The fact you knew I was approaching your throne [01:40.233]With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache [01:44.436]Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war [01:49.375]And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction [01:54.075]There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw [01:58.609]Your pastimes consisted of the strange [02:04.242]And twisted and deranged [02:06.372]And I love that little game [02:08.231]you had called Crying Lightning [02:12.354]And how you'd like to aggravatе icky man [02:15.574]on rainy afternoons [02:19.699]Uninviting, [02:22.547]but not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are [02:28.537]Crying Lightning [03:03.092]Your pastimes consisted of the strange [03:07.215]And twisted and deranged [03:09.319]And I hate that little game you had called [03:12.982]Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning, woah-oh [03:21.982]Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning [03:29.883]Your pastimes consisted of the strange [03:34.572]And twisted and deranged [03:36.987]And I hate that little game you had called Crying
