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Its 4am, and i cannot sleepI think a tranquilizers what i need I've even tried counting sheep But the sheep arn't jumping Because their asleepMaybe its the caffeine in the cola that i drankBut it does'nt even really matter to be frankBecause i'm still awake even if i know it's thatSi I have to stop procrastinating like a class A twatAnd I can't sleep, my eyes are heavyIf i take it steady then i will be ready when the sandman comesWith his bag of grit Though I'm thinking his timings shitWe'll stick to counting sheepThey'll help me sleepThey lost their way, where the hells little bo peepWe'll stick to counting sheepI need to sleep, my eyes they feel so weakIt's 8am four hours later and i'm still awake and i'm lay on my bed thinking for fucks sakeWhen will the sandman come, he's bloody lateI don't know how i got myself into this stateWe'll stick to counting sheep though there not jumping fencesLack of rest and sleep comes in it's plentysSongtexteWe'll stick to counting sheepThey'll help me sleepThey lost their way, where the hells little bo peepWe'll stick to counting sheepI need to sleep, my eyes they feel so weak Aus Songtexte Mania