Crying Lightning - Arctic Monkeys | Guitar Chords

[Intro]
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Am | F | Am | E | Am | G | C | E 
Am | F | Am | E | Am | G 
C  | E 

[Verse 1]
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Am            F           Am           E
  Outside the cafe by the cracker factory,
         Am           G
You were practicing a magic trick.
C E       Am           F           Am         E
   And my thoughts got rued as you talked and chewed
       Am           G
On the last of your pick and mix
C E                                Am
   Said you're mistaking if you're thinking
       F                       Am      E
That I haven't been called cold  before
       Am            G
As you bit into your strawberry lace
C E                           Am             F            Am     E
   And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
                 Am              G             C E
It's all you had left and it was going to waste

[Chorus (1)]
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Am
  Your past time's 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 agrravate
The ice cream man on rainy afternoons.

[Bridge (1)]
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Am                     Am              F
  The next time that I caught my own reflection

[Verse 2]
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       Am            E
It was on its way to meet you
Am            G            C    E
Thinking of excuses to postpone.
                      Am                F
You never looked like yourself from the side,
         Am                E
But your profile could not hide the fact
    Am            G            C       E
You knew I was approaching your throne.
              Am         F                   Am
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache,
E                     Am
Stood and puffed your chest out
         G            C   E
Like you never lost a war.
               Am            F
And though I tried so not to suffer
      Am             E
The indignity of reaction,
      Am               G             C     E
There was no cracks to grab or gap to claw.

[Chorus (2)]
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          F            Dm
And you're pastimes consisted of the strange
    Am
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
              F            Dm
You had called crying lightning,
                      Am
And how you'd like to agrrovate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
F      Dm        Am
 Uninviting, but not half as impossible
                             F
'cause everyone assumes you are
            Dm  Am
Crying lightning

[Guitar Solo]
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Am

[Bridge (2)]
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Am

[Interlude]
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Am
  Your past time`s consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called

[Chorus (3)]
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F            Dm
 Crying lightning
Am
  Crying lightning
F            Dm
 Crying lightning
Am
  Crying lightning
         F              Dm                        Am
Well your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and derranged
And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
 Crying