After Hours chords by Christian Lee Hutson

• Capo on 3rd

Verse 1:
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There are billboards in Heaven
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And 7-Elevens, and 24-hour arcade bars
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A lazy river that runs between the suburbs and slums
      D                        C
And speed limits enforced by radar

Verse 2:
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I live by myself in a duplex for now
         Em         D           C
With a pretty good view of the pyramids
     C
At night I take the train home
G             Em
Sinking to new lows
      D                      C
And picture you practicing pirouettes

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Verse 3:
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I miss our adventures, East Village winters
  Em         D            C
Acting out True West by lamplight
               C               G           Em
You look like After Hours-era Catherine O'Hara
          D                  C
You were really on one that night

Verse 4:
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St. Simons island, your eyes cutting diamonds
       Em       D            C
The water was clear, almost too clear
      C                       G          Em
And embarrassed in Paris to fuck on the terrace
      D                              C
Who cares? You said, "They do have rules here."

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Verse 5:
            G                  C       G
There's a Diet Coke fountain, no good Italian
          Em          D          C
There's free shuffleboard in the main hall
     C                          G            Em
Big budget productions of the lives of your loved ones
      D                    C
The good stuff's behind a paywall

Verse 6:
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Don't know where you been lately
        C                 G
Cause I don't watch the dailies
        Em         D          C
But I imagine you back up in Lake Hill
   C
Taking down wind chimes
G                 Em
Running through stop signs
    D                    C
To pick up Clementine's pain pills

Verse 7:
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The last talk we had I know you weren't really mad
         Em          D            C
But it sticks in my head for some reason
        C                    G         Em
It's crazy I know, I've got nowhere to go
     D                  C
But up here, I wear my seat belt

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