Night Shift Late hours, clear thoughts, everybody unwinding Different little worlds but the timing keeps aligning Quick glance, quick laugh, quick change of direction No need to overthink every small connection Short words, packed thoughts, jumping from subject to subject One idea sparks another before the first one's finished Half sentences, fast answers, jokes landing sideways Nothing too serious, just one of those strange days Night shift Still wide awake Night shift No need to explain Let the hours roll Let the small things slide Night shift We're taking our time Fast pace, backtrack, switch lanes, change subject Catch every detail while the conversation rushes Somebody remembers something nobody expected Another little memory suddenly gets connected Quick wit, quick timing, everybody reacting One person's laughing while another keeps asking No perfect answer, no reason to settle Just enough confusion to make the whole thing special Night shift Still wide awake Night shift No need to explain Let the hours roll Let the small things slide Night shift We're taking our time There's a certain kind of freedom When nobody needs the night to become something No expectations hanging over every minute Just being there while the moment keeps shifting Rapid thoughts, packed phrases, crossing and colliding Changing little angles, never overdescribing Say what you mean, then leave a little space Let somebody else bring another perspective to the place No scoreboard, no proving, no need to impress Just people being honest without making a mess Quick turn, clean break, then back into the laughter Nothing has to happen after Night shift Still wide awake Night shift No need to explain Let the hours roll Let the small things slide Night shift We're taking our time Night shift Hours running thin Night shift Let the morning in Nothing to solve Nothing to decide Just one more minute Before we say goodbye
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