| I count down sheep to sleep
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| Listening to them laugh
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| Going numb in all my fears
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| And skipping all the math
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| That camera kiss to sleep
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| Throws me into sharp relief
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| I’m stumbling down the stairs
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| I’m stumbling down the stairs
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| Cause I can’t really feel my feet
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| I count down sheep to sleep
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| I count down sheep to sleep
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| I feel safe around safe people
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| Here’s the church and here’s the steeple
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| And at the height of hubris
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| I make myself numb in all my fears
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| I’ve untied all the strings
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| But can’t make myself a man
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| I’m stumbling through conversation
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| And can’t really feel my hands
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| I count down sheep to sleep
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| I count down sheep to sleep
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| And at the height of hubris
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| I pretend it can’t be done
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| I was only off by one
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| I was only off by one
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| I count down sheep to sleep
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| I count down sheep, I count down sheep |