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