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After Hours (Deluxe)
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After Hours (Deluxe) fue lanzado el 6 de junio de 2025 por Anti/Epitaph como parte del álbum Paradise Pop. 10 (Deluxe)
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Video musical

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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Christian Lee Hutson
Christian Lee Hutson
Voces, Guitarra eléctrica
Shahzad Ismaily
Shahzad Ismaily
Sintetizador
Nick Levine
Nick Levine
Steel guitar con pedal
Katy Kirby
Katy Kirby
Voces
Samia Finnerty
Samia Finnerty
Voces
Odessa Rose Jorgensen
Odessa Rose Jorgensen
Violín
Melina Duterte
Melina Duterte
Trompeta
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Christian Lee Hutson
Christian Lee Hutson
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Phoebe Bridgers
Phoebe Bridgers
Producción
Marshall Vore
Marshall Vore
Producción
Joseph Lorge
Joseph Lorge
Ingeniería de grabación, Producción
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Ingeniería de mezcla
Pat Sullivan
Pat Sullivan
Masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]
There are billboards in heaven and 7-Elevens
And 24-hour 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
[Verse 2]
I miss our adventures, East Village winters
Acting out True West by lamplight
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 fuck on the terrace
"Who cares," you said, "They do have rules here"
[Verse 3]
There's a Diet Coke fountain, there's 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
I 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 and running through stop signs
To pick up Clementine's pain pills
[Outro]
The last talk we had, I know you weren't really mad
But it sticks in my head for some reason
And it's crazy, I know, I've got nowhere to go
But up here, I wear my seatbelt
Written by: Christian Lee Hutson
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