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When it's late outside

And day has died

When the drinks are drunk

And your head's a

Hunk of something

That you once knew

You called it your own

Said it would do for now

That's when it's the time to go

And your head will crash

Like it's meant to be

You can never tell

If it's one or

Three in the morning

You've got to go

To work in the day

Put on a show again

You're a busy one

So is everyone else