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[Sting:]
I'll have to work another night shift
I won't be coming home tonight
You don't have to worry where the time slips
Only by the night I come to life
Working weekends and the weekday
Working in the darkest of the hours
I'll take the bus, I'll take the subway
Whatever gets me to my destination
Fast falls the eventide, it's Friday night
And I've only got to work until the day
I've got a message to send back home
Saying that I'll be working in the nighttime, hey
I'll have to work another night shift
No chance of coming home at all
3 o'clock has always been a sweet spot
That's what they call the witching hour
Fast falls the eventide, it's Friday night
