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Pay Tomorrow chords by Tim Exile

  • A

  • E

  • Am

  • Eb

    6
  • Bb

  • Dm

  • C

  • Bb#

  • Cm

    3
  • D

  • F

  • F#m

    2
  • Gm

    3
  • Bb#aug

Intro 1
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E
Am
A
Eb
Bb
Am
E
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Dm
Bb
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E
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Eb
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E
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C
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Bb#
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Cm
Bb#
Bb
Am
E
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Dm
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Bb
Am
Cm
Bb
F
F#m
Gm
D
Eb
C
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Bb#aug
Eb
Am
Verse 1
E
Am
It's all going down in the center of town.
Eb
There's so much to have,
Am
You can have it right now!
E
So get out the plastic, and promise to
Dm
F
Bb
Dm
Am
Buy now, pay tomorrow.
E
We'll all look so fine

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Verse 2
in
Am
the center of town.
Eb
We'll wine and we'll dine 'till
Am
we fall to the ground.
E
We'll have a great time,
Am
'Cause we can pay tomorrow.
Cm
Eb
E
Verse 3
A
Am
E
Life is such a breeze,
Am
we're all so pleased,
Eb
Am
It's got no consequences!
E
Am
Dm
Florets indulge our senses
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Bb#
Bb
Dm
and burn it with finances.
Am
Eb
Bb
In this fulfillment de
F
F#m
Gm
livered to our front door
D
Eb
C
Am
C
Af ter all it's easy: pay
Am
Bb#
Cm
tomorrow!
E
Verse 4
Am
A
E
It's all running out on
Am
the edge of the town.
Eb
We've had a great drought,
Am
no food in the ground,
E
So we'll go to town, and we'll have to
Dm
F
Bb
Eb
Am
F
Am
Buy now, pay tomorrow.
Verse 5
E
Hey check out this menu,
Am
check out this food.
Cm
It looks like that same stuff
Bb#
Bb
Am
we sold to that dude,
The one with the checkbook who
E
Am
Bb#aug
Promised to pay tomorrow.
E
Life
Verse 6
Am
E
Am
is so unfeasible when subject to
Bb#aug
Eb
Bb
Am
such nonchalances
E
Am
D
When they indulge the senses
Dm
D
Bb
Dm
Am
flashed out to our expenses.
Eb
Bb
F
F#m
Gm
D
Eb
C
E
C
Am
Cm
C
Every day torment delivered to
E
Am
E
Am
Eb
Am
E
Am
D
Dm
D
Bb
our front door.
Dm
Am
Eb
Bb
F
F#m
Gm
Dm
Eb
If only we could
C
Am
Cm
Eb
say we'll pay tomorrow!
E
Verse 7
Am
It's all going down
E
Am
in the center of town.
C
The circle of promises
Am
has come back around.
Am
We're all out of stock,
Dm
F
Bb
Am
there's nothing to buy now pay tomorrow.
There's nothing to eat,
there's nothing to buy.
Don't mention your dream,
Am
it's just pie in the sky.
Verse 8
Oh, look what it says here in the
C
Am
small print: pay tomorrow!
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