So count sheep and tell me what to do

If they don't help

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Should I lie here awake tonight?
I may get myself a glass of wine
If I don’t sleep
It compromises how my mind will work tonight​

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It’s quiet now
And all my thoughts
Rustle like brittle leaves on the ground
It’s quiet now
But I would never know

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So count sheep and tell me what to do ​

If they don’t help​