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The tactful cactus by your window Surveys the prairie of your room The mobile spins to it's 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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David Bowie song lyrics
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