Crying Lightning - Live

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 thinkin' 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 have left and it was going to waste
 Your pastimes consisted of the strange
 The 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
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 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 reaction
 There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
 And your pastimes consisted of the strange
 The twisted and deranged
 And I hate that little game you had called
 "Crying lightning"
 And how you like to aggravate the icky cream man on rainy afternoons
 Uninviting
 But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
 Crying lightning
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 Your pastimes consisted of the strange
 The twisted and deranged
 And I hate that little game you had called
 "Crying lightning"
 "Crying lightning", whoa
 "Crying lightning"
 "Crying lightning"
 Your pastimes consisted of the strange
 The twisted and deranged
 And I hate that little game you had called
 "Crying"