Besedila: Kula Shaker. Peasants, Pigs. I’m Still Here.

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I was sure I heard you singing
While my head was broken up
While my world in flames
Was rearranged
I?m still here

In a blazing forest fire
In a web of my own desires
In a place that we are destined to return

On an ocean I can?t fathom
In a truth I can?t unravel
I?m still here

I?m still here