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So you were leaving Headed south I grit my teeth on Dust in my mouth Well I have your number You know mine's the same Still tasting salt What I wouldn't say I'm happy for you I'm happy for you 'Cause I swore I'd be happy for you Salt of the earth In a high rise Say something to cut deep And make them all cry Well they called your number Mine's the same Still tasting salt Of what I wouldn't say I'm happy for you I'm happy for you 'Cause I swore I'd be happy for you I'll be happy for you I'll be happy for you I'm happy for you
Writer(s): Molly Hamilton, Robert Earl Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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