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We wash our hands we choose our friends
We are very polite we are dressed in white
Just before midnight
But after every color feels right
Every sound and every light feels right
Every sound feels right

With the silent steps we are marching slow
Living behind the bricks, preparing heads for more
Pressure and disorder

Attack to our surrender's leaving trace in the night
Watching traffic lights and expecting much more
Pressure and disorder

We are superstars and we're living in a dark
We didn't sleep for a very long time
Don't wake us up
Don't wake us up