Lookin' back, I see a million little things that wrecked us
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She never liked my pick up truck parked up beside her Lexus
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And I never wore them khaki's like she asked me
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Just trashy old blue jeans, old Skoal ring
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And she packed up her Chanel, said, "Go to hell"
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Taught me a lesson
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And now as far as she's concerned I'm in a deep and dark depression
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But it's happy hour, drinkin' double shooters
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Buyin' whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
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I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
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'Cause my good buddy Waylon hooked me up with some Willie
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Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun
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But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah
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And I know she'll hear about my paint the town red gallivanting
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And she'll think I thought of her curves when I found that gal to dance with
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And she'll tell her friends I'm faking, my hearts breaking
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Time will take away my grin (no way)
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But not when every bar I stumble in is
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Happy hour, drinkin' double shooters
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Buyin' whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
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I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
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'Cause my good buddy Waylon hooked me up with some Willie
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Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun
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But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah
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Well, it'll make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell
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So tell her ever since she left me it's like time is standing still
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And it's happy hour, drinkin' double shooters
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Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
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I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
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'Cause my good buddy Waylon hooked me up with some Willie
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Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun
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But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done
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Yeah, I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah
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