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I count sheep on a cold winter's night that was so deepand oh wellI get bored when you get to fifteen and now you're doneand oh well, noelI count (something) on a fifty mile ride in the pouring rainand oh wellI shoot it up and then you get it up up and then you got it madeand oh well, noelNot done, it was such a mess, I prayed for youand oh oh well,God damn you were such a mess, you made me climboh well, noelba ba ba ba From Letras Mania