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 I flip in your attention in the form of a Gobstopper It's all you had left and it was going to waste Your past-times consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I loved that little game You had called Crying lightning And how you liked to aggravate The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons 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 I know I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw And your past-times consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game You had called Crying lightning And how you like to aggravate The icky man on rainy afternoons Uninviting But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are Crying lightning Your past-times consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game You had called Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Your past-times consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game You had called Crying
Esta es con diferencia, la mejor versión en vivo, conserva la esencia del tema original pero ajustada al estilo actual de la banda. Además que Matt aquí la rompió como nunca antes. Se nota la evolución musical que han desarrollado.
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 I flip in your attention in the form of a Gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your past-times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I loved that little game
You had called
Crying lightning
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
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 I know I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your past-times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
Crying lightning
Your past-times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your past-times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called
Crying
thanks
best version imo
Esta es con diferencia, la mejor versión en vivo, conserva la esencia del tema original pero ajustada al estilo actual de la banda. Además que Matt aquí la rompió como nunca antes. Se nota la evolución musical que han desarrollado.
Thanks
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