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David Bowie - Eight Line Poem lyrics
The tactful cactus by your window Surveys the prairie of your room Mobile spins to its collision Clara puts her head between her paws They've opened shops down west side Will all the cacti find a home But the key to the city Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky |
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