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All my life I’ve chased the sheep. For no reason at all they run away. They think that I’m a creep. I try to wait until they sleep And there they stay In a crumbled woolen heap. Undeserved rejection makes me weep All I want to do is play They think that I’m a creep. Their nice white fleece I want to keep All my trophies I would lay In a crumbled woolen heap. So now I sit without a peep Until the end of day They think that I’m a creep. I take my daring leap, Now they lay still in the hay In a crumbled woolen heap. They thought I was a creep. |