| Yeah, this time it’s it, I’m callin' it quits
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| I’m not turnin' her on anymore
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| She packed up the same ol' stuff
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| And slammed the same ol' door
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| And I said, goodbye
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| She said, to hell with you
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| She’ll be shocked when I change the locks
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| And throw pictures in a box
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| Light 'em up in the backyard
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| Have myself a bonfire
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| And watch that son of a bitch burn away
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| To the ground
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| Just like everything
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| That’s just what you do
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| When you’re at the bottom
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| It sure could drain a man
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| About as empty as these beer cans
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| If you ask me why I took her back
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| The last half dozen times
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| I’d tell you that I don’t know
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| But I must’ve been outta my mind
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| But the end is here
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| It’s a little fuzzy
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| But I see it clear
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| That’s just what you do
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| When you’re at the bottom
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| It sure could drain a man
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| About as empty as these beer cans
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| Yeah, I’m gonna put in work
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| I’ll tough it out
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| And I’ll be alright and live it up
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| The powers in my hand
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| And the answer’s in these beer cans, yeah
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| That’s just what you do
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| When you’re at the bottom
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| It sure could drain a man
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| About as empty as these beer cans
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| As empty as these beer cans
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| Oh, I’m a little drunk
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| But things are lookin' up
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| Yeah, with all these empty beer cans
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| Aw better clean 'em up
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| Oh, that’s all I know
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| That’s just what you do
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| When you’re at the bottom
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| It sure could drain a man
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| About as empty as these beer cans |