| 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 |