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| David Bowie - Eight Line Poem Lyrics: | ||
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 View more David Bowie Song Lyrics: David Bowie - Heroes/Helden Lyrics David Bowie - Hang Onto Yourself Lyrics David Bowie - I'm Deranged Lyrics David Bowie - Never Met A Girl Like You Lyrics David Bowie - Red Money Lyrics David Bowie - 5.15 The Angels Have Gone Lyrics David Bowie - Absolute Beginners Lyrics David Bowie - London Boys Lyrics David Bowie - Magic Dance Lyrics David Bowie - Heathen Lyrics |
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