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After Hours (Explicit) - Christian Lee Hutson
Lyrics by：Christian Lee Hutson
Composed by：Christian Lee Hutson
Produced by：Phoebe Bridgers/Marshall Vore/Joseph Lorge
There are billboards in heaven
And Seven Elevens and twenty four arcade bars
A lazy river that runs between the suburbs and slums
And speed limits enforced by radar
I live by myself in a duplex for now
With a pretty good view of the pyramids
At night I take the train home sinking to new lows
And picture you practicing pirouettes
I miss our adventures East Village winters
Acting out True West by lamp light
You looked like After Hours era Catherine O'Hara
You were really on one that night
Saint Simons island your eyes cutting diamonds
The water was clear almost too clear
And embarrassed in Paris to f*** on the terrace
Who cares you said they do have rules here
Huuuuuuu
Huuuuuuu
Huuuuuuuuuuu
There's a diet coke fountain no good Italian
There's free shuffleboard in the main hall
Big budget productions
Of the lives of your loved ones
The good stuff is behind a paywall
Don't know where you've been lately
'Cause I don't watch the dailies
But I imagine you back up in Lake Hill
Taking down windchimes running through stop signs
To pick up Clementine's pain pills
The last talk we had I know you weren't really mad
But it sticks in my head for some reason
It's crazy I know I've got nowhere to go
But up here I wear my seatbelt
