Plasma (Live)

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



Credits
Writer(s): Ernest J Anastasio, Scott F Herman, Thomas G Marshall
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