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Studio	2:56	Mark Seymour The Ghost Of Vainglory single.	Moderately rare. Not available new.

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Lyrics

Terra firma
Cup of leather (?)
You go running to get out of the rain
You’re going under
You can see you’re coming
Rolling home like a train

There’s nothing cosmic about it
Oh what a waste, yeh
She can’t leave without it

Oh yeh, oh yeh
You never talk yourself out of the big one
Don’t even try it
Oh yeh oh yeh
You never talk yourself out of the big one

Lightning and thunder
Your terrified
But the feelings could be your brain
It’s taking you over
The wind is screaming
But your skin is numb to the pain

There’s nothing cosmic about it
You for the taste, yeh
She can’t leave without it

Oh yeh, oh yeh
You never talk yourself out of the big one
Don’t even try it
Oh yeh oh yeh
You never talk yourself out of the big one

There’s nowhere to run
There’s nowhere to hide
Be you were there (?)
Oh yeh

Good in nature
You never seem to fall
But you’ve been missing your day
Small complication
It doesn’t matter

You can’t complain
About the weather
Oh yeh
It’s coming down
Oh yeh
There’s nothing you can do in the end

Oh yeh, oh yeh
You never talk yourself out of the big one
Don’t even try it
Oh yeh oh yeh
You never talk yourself out of the big one
Don’t even try it
Oh yeh oh yeh
Don’t ever talk yourself out of the big one
Don’t think about it
Oh yeh

Oh yeh
Oh yeh
Oh yeh