Lyrics Plasma - Trey Anastasio
No
matter
how
you
slice
your
day
Or
dream
of
places
far
away
Or
try
to
set
your
world
apart
You
always
end
up
where
you
start
A
bunch
of
cells
below
the
soil
Some
plasma
in
a
lake
of
oil
I
don't
think
that
when
I
depart
I'll
be
close
to
where
I
start
1 Curlew's Call
2 Plasma
3 Magilla
4 When
5 Mozambique
6 Every Story Ends In Stone
7 Small Axe
8 First Tube
9 Night Speaks to a Woman
10 Simple Twist Up Dave
11 Inner Tube
12 Sand
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