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Cold sweat, sweat it out in the land of the midnight sun
Walk it off - sort it out, figure out what youre running from
Im all alone on the outside of town
Its a wild night at the carnival of souls
Theyre strong armed in neon and out of control
Its late at night and no ones around
Walking in the underground
Night calls, and the sound marks the start of the masquerade
Sirens flash, stains the glass as you pass in the street parade
Loose change losers are double parked
Faces marked like cards at the bottom of the deck
Readin the future no one expects
They dont look up as they shuffle down
Walking in the underground
Walking in the underground