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Man I hate, you found me here
With whiskey on my breath I know I should be ashamed I'm so much for those twelve steps He said, "No my son, I know you're doing your best With all you've been through, I understand I only came in here to be your friend You know she still asks about you And wonders how you're doing and where you've been" Well tell her I'm in Tampa on the causeway Watching the waves roll in Tell her I'm in Aspen in a cabin finding myself again Tell her that I'm happy and I've moved on Better than I've ever been And just don't tell her That you saw me drowning in this bottle Trying to make her disappear You tell her I'm anywhere, anywhere but here It would only break her heart If she knew the truth You see I told her when she left This was the last thing I would do Tomorrow I swear I'm starting over again I've made it this far and I know how it ends But she doesn't have to find out where I am So if you see or hear from her again Well tell her I'm in Baton Rouge, Louisiana Selling cars five days a week Tell her I'm in Mobile, Alabama Getting back on my feet Tell her that I'm happy and I've moved on Looking better than you've ever seen And just don't tell her That you saw me drowning in this bottle Trying to make her disappear You tell her I'm anywhere, anywhere but here Oh tell her that I'm happy and I've moved on But let her know that I still care Man tell her I'm anywhere, anywhere but here I'll tell her I'm anywhere, anywhere but here |
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