[Verse]
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 on the westside
Will all the cacti find a home?
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky

[Outro]
Thank you
Uh, this is where we get Thomas on stage, Thomas Parker
Tom Parker, ex Animal
Tom will take over the piano and play it properly for the rest of the evening
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