Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
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You were practicing a magic trick
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And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
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On the last of your pick and mix
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Said you're mistaken if your thinking that
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I haven't been caught cold before
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As you bit into your strawberry lace
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And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
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Is all you have left and it was going to waste
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Your past-times, consisted of the strange
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And twisted and deranged
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And I love that little game you had called
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Crying lightning
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And how you like to aggravate the
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Ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
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The next time that I caught my own reflection
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It was on its way to meet you
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Thinking of excuses to postpone
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You never look like yourself from the side
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But your profile did not hide
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The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
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With folded arms, you occupy the bench like toothache
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Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
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And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
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There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
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And your past-times, consisted of the strange
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And twisted and deranged
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And I hate that little game you had called
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Crying lightning
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And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
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Uninviting
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But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
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You are crying lightning
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Your past-times, consisted of the strange
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And twisted and deranged
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And I hate that little game you had called
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Crying lightning
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Crying lightning
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Crying lightning
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Crying lightning
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Your past-times, consisted of the strange
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And twisted and deranged
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And I hate that little game you had called
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Crying
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Crying Lightning
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