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Translate the highlighted words as you listen to the song
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
So
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
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 a toothache
Stood
and
puffed your chest out
Like
you'd
never
lost
a
war
Although
I
tried
so
not
to
suffer
The
indignity
of
a
reaction
There
was
no
cracks
to
grasp
or
gaps
to
claw
And
your
pastimes
consisted of
the
strange
And
twisted
and
deranged
And
I
hate
that
little
game
You
had
called
'Crying
lightning'
And
how
you
liked
to
aggravate
The
icky
man
on
rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But
not half as
impossible
As
everyone
assumes
you
are
'Crying
lightning'
Your
pastimes
consisted of
the
strange
Twisted
and
deranged
And
I
hate
that
little
game
you
had
called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your
pastimes
consisted of
the
strange
And
twisted
and
deranged
And
I
hate
that
little
game
You
had
called
'Crying'