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Oklahoma, she won't be your friend, |
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She waits at the disco for her song to end. |
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Oklahoma, she must know my name, |
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It's been six months now |
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I'm tired of this game. |
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And I keep on trying not to go harder, |
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Trying not to be smarter, |
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Trying not to notice you. |
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And I keep on trying not to go harder, |
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Trying not to be smarter, |
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But I can't go on. |
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I miss my friends but I like her tone, |
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Her eyes are black like telephones |
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And I try, and I try, and I try. |
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Oklahoma, she won't be your friend, |
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She waits at the disco for her song to end. |
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Oklahoma, she likes to reflect, |
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Ignores you at parties, |
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What did you expect? |
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And I keep on trying not to go harder, |
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Trying not to be smarter, |
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Trying not to notice you. |
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And I keep on trying not to go harder, |
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Trying not to be smarter, |
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But I can't go on. |
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I miss my friends but I like her tone, |
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Her eyes are black like telephones |
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And I try, and I try, and I try. |
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But I, I can't remember. |
