(CH)
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There are five cacti on my window sill
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And a bonsai tree, living happily - together
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In any kind of weather, they get along
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(CH)
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There are five cacti on my window sill
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And a bonsai tree, living happily - together
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In any kind of weather, they get along
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(V1)
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At first I was surprised to see how they were faring
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With all those shapes and sizes, you’d think there’d be some staring
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But they didn’t seem to mind, that some were much too tall
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No condescending looks were cast at those who were still small
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(CH)
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There are five cacti on my window sill
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And a bonsai tree, living happily - together
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In any kind of weather, they get along
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(V2)
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Won’t catch these prickly friends of mine comparing shades of green
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Or having silly arguments about differences between them
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On the whole they’re quite accepting, when all is said and done
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They’re a group of individuals reaching out towards the sun
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(CH)
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There are five cacti on my window sill
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And a bonsai tree, living happily - together
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In any kind of weather, they get along
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(CH)
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There are five cacti on my window sill
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And a bonsai tree, living happily - together
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In any kind of weather, they get along
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They get along
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Hannalau
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Cactis Song
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| The Lads |
