| Cold sweat, sweat it out in the land of the midnight sun
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| Walk it off, sort it out, figure out what you’re running from
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| I’m all alone on the outside of town
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| , outta control
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| It’s late at night and no one’s around
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| Walking in the underground
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| Night calls, and the sound marks the start of the masquerade
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| Sirens blash, stain the glass as you pass in the street parade
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| double parked
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| Faces marked like kites on the bottom of the depth
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| Reading the future, no one expects
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| They don’t look up as they shuffle down
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| Walking in the underground, ooh walking in the underground
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| Walking in the underground
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| (Solo)
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| Cold sweat, sweat it out in the land of the midnight sun
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| Walk it off, sort it out, figure out what you’re running from
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| Nobody’s children, more lost and found
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| Play the shadows like dutiful dogs
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| Back there in moonlight, steppin' on stones
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| A silent dance to an empty sound
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| Walking in the underground, walking in the underground
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| Ooh walking in the underground, yeah walking
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| (Walking) |