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Sipping cheap draft beer, a brand that's not bad,
smoking home-rolled cigarettes cause they remind me of my dad.

But if I sit here long enough in this crowded beach bar,
starring at the sand I won't care where you are.

I'll be happy as a clown painting color on his face
Hangin' with my friends in this sunny drunkards place.

No, I won't ever get tired, angry or sad, I won't ever remember all the things that I had
and all that you got when you packed up to leave, like money and cars and that ass-hole Steve.  

Yea the guy with the big house and a Mercedes Benz, but don't forget his grown kids and his other girlfriends.  

I told you when you left he was nothing but a sleaze, but  you didn't believe me,
but you will when he leaves.

And I'll still be here,

Sipping cheap draft beer, a brand that's not bad,
smoking home-rolled cigarettes cause you took all that I had.
And I won't be thinking about you, and that guy that you're with.
I'll be sitting with the boys starting another fifth.

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