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SHEEP ATTACK |
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The sun, it turns out his light |
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Everything's ok, everything's alright |
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Save me a mellow dream for tonight |
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All wrapped up in my bed |
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Counting sheep, 1, 2, 3 in my head |
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I'm ready for a king sized rest |
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Slowly, slowly, |
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I'm making my way through a fantasy |
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Nothing can go wrong, it feels so quiet |
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Softly, softly, |
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I'm hugging my pillow full of dreams to dream |
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Songs drift slowly 'round, goodnight |
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I'm sailing through the seas of the moon |
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Releashing spatial, lunar macaroons |
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It's me, myself and I in my cocoon |
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Next stop: an island of blooms |
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Yellow daffodils springing up in my room |
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And in the fields of joy, my heart goes boom |
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Slowly, slowly, |
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I'm making my way through a fantasy |
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Nothing can go wrong, it feels so quiet |
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Softly, softly, |
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I'm hugging my pillow full of dreams to dream |
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Songs drift slowly 'round, until a sheep attack! |
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My eyes wide open in the dark |
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I thought I would be fast asleep in my warm comfy bed |
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Instead I've got a crazy flock over my head |
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Woolly monsters |
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Feeding on my covers |
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I feel like such an insomniac |
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The sheep attack, the sheep attack |