| Well, the curves down your back
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| Remind me of those railroad tracks
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| That we jump and not look back
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| In our youth
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| And the brown in your eyes
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| Reminds me of those morning skies
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| Where the sun would try to hide
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| Behind the roof
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| The way those rivers flow in July
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| Keeps the lakes from going dry
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| It reminds me of what you do to my
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| Angry heart
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| Cause you look like Oklahoma
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| And I’ll keep you like I stole ya
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| I thank God when I hold ya
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| Cause it feels right
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| You’re the moon in Oklahoma
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| And I’m the night
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| You’re the moon in Oklahoma
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| And I’m the night
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| When you say the words you say
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| It reminds me of the days
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| We’d go dancin' downtown
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| Chemicals in our brains
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| When you move the way you move
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| It reminds me of the grain
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| The twists and turns
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| And plays among the plains
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| Cause you look like Oklahoma
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| And I’ll keep you like I stole ya
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| And I thank God when I hold ya
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| Cause it feels right
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| You’re the moon in Oklahoma
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| And I’m the night
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| You’re the moon in Oklahoma
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| And I’m the night
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| Well, you look like Oklahoma
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| And I’ll keep you like I stole ya
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| And I thank God when I hold ya
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| Cause it feels right
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| You’re the moon in Oklahoma
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| And I’m the night |