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Paid Time Off

by Noah Kahan
Chords
5 (272)
Key: A Tuning: E A D G B E Capo: 1th fret
Version:
Transpose
0
Capo
None
Size
100%
[Chords]
C/G: 332010 G: 320030 or 320033
C6sus2/G: 33021x G6sus2: 302030
Csus2/G: 33001x Gsus2: 300030
G/F#: 200030 or 200033
Note: For BEGINNER-FRIENDLY chords, select the "Simplify" option
N.C. = No chord
* = Strum once
** = Strum twice
Verse 1
I
called you
But I'd run out of
words
So I
stared at the
plastic
Collidin' with
dirt
At the
fast food
Sign out in
Leb
I pre
pared for the
warfare
With the
voice in my
head
Pre-Chorus
And I
thought it was
strange
How the
letters were placed
How the
hiring
sign
Seemed to
laugh in my face
And
if you were
here, you'd make a
joke of it
I'm a
lone, getting
lost in the
scope of it
N.C.
And I see you drive in
Chorus
And your
love is like an
open
flame
I'm a running
car, and you're a
closed ga
rage
Someone once
told us there's a
world out
thеre
But we don't
care enough to
drive that
far
It's been a
damn near
perfect
day
Just getting
high at the
outlet
mall
Most people
grow up and they
move a
way
But you don't
care, and I don't
mind at
all
Interlude
Verse 2
I got the car, you
got the
bag
A
handwritten note left from
mom and
dad
Police scanner bouncing on the dash
Cup of burnt coffee and a
check to
cash
I had the brains for a
city
job
But
you got the taste of a
county
cop
Pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a livin' workin' for the
paid time
off
Pre-Chorus
Such
simple lines
They
drew to make this place
In the
interest of
time
We got a
whole lot to waste
Chorus
And your
love is like an
open
flame
I'm a running
car, you're a
closed ga
rage
Someone once
said there's a
world out
thеre
But we don't
care enough to
drive that
far
It's been a
damn near
perfect
day
Just getting
high at the
outlet
mall
People
grow and they
move a
way
But you don't
care, and I don't
mind at
all
[Post-Chorus]
You don't
care, and I don't
mind at
all
Bridge
Hmm-mm-mm-mm, hmm
Hmm-mm-
mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm,
hmm, hmm-
mm
Hmm-mm-mm-mm, hmm, hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm-mm, hmm,
hmm, hmm,
hmm
Hmm-mm-mm-mm, hmm
Hmm-mm-
mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm,
hmm, hmm-
mm
Hmm-mm-mm, hmm-mm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm, hmm-mm,
hmm, hmm,
hmm
Outro
I got the car, you
got the
bag
A
handwritten note left from
mom and
dad
A
police scanner bouncing on the dash
A
cup of burnt coffee and a
check to
cash
I had the brains for that
city
job
But
you got the taste of a
county
cop
Pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a livin' workin' for the
paid time
off
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