Текст (слова) песни: David Bowie - Eight Line Poem
The tactful cactus by your window Surveys the prairie of your room The 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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