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There is something strange deep inside her brain
I don t know where to start this bionic heart
In my imagination I wonder, how low, how low,
how low is your soul
In my imagination I wonder, how low, how low,
how low is your soul

I don t know what to say it s a fool s parade
There s a million stars tearing us apart
In my imagination I wonder, how low, how low,
How low is your soul
In my imagination I wonder, how low, how low,
How low is your soul

Say that you want me, the fear is gone, the fear is gone
Waitin for the midnight run to carry me home, aroma girl
Aroma Girl

Since you went away things were going great
The suburban rain s driving me insane
In my imagination I wonder, how low, how low,
How low is your soul
In my imagination I wonder, how low, how low,
How low is your soul

Say that you want me, the fear is gone, the fear is gone
Waitin for the midnight run to carry me home, aroma girl
Aroma Girl

You and me we are so manic, never satisfied
There s no way we re running outta time
People say, the government s to blame
Why do we live this way?
Life is strange, there s no one left to blame
How do we live this way oh me?

Say that you want me, the fear is gone, the fear is gone
Waitin for the midnight run to carry me home, aroma girl
Aroma Girl

My life is like water and i m floating in the sea
But i have a root in the water
and it s reaching stretching endlessly
My love flying in the sky
and far away from the water she lies
Sometimes big wave coming when i m down
but soon i stand on up again

My life...

Panów pan i królów król
On trzyma wciąż mnie za rękę
Ja to wiem, ja to wiem
Dziękuje mu i chwale go każdym życia momentem
Ja to wiem, ja to wiem
Bo panów pan i królów król on życia jest fundamentem
Ja to wiem, ja to wiem
Więc czujny bądź i ufaj mu
I nie trudź głowy zamętem
Posłuchaj...

I can do kung fu Do the moves I do (boys) ho ha (x2)
(girls) I most eat salates So I can do karate (boys) ho ha

(girls) Awnser to the land of the rising sun
Asia is the place where it al began
Look...

Put your tears back into your eyes
Adjust your hair
I am in no mood for theatrics
Or fake despair
It almost makes me hunger
For symbols, signs, and semaphore.
Subtle shades of metaphor too ingenious to ignore.
Instead of that you sit...

Whether you like it or not, he s back
D-A-double D-Y Fat Sacks
Ridin in the Cadillac
Beatin like some beat it up(?)
The game dun changed Out-
Kast came to heat it up

Sharp as a tack like I...