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I'm going to steer clear of everyone.I am no near deer, queer for anyone.Flitty me flies high above connectionsbecause the fly that was dried in the glue, yes he made one.And if I as a crow see some pizza foil on a trash heapand the sun glints off its silver skin so it leaps just like a fishand I react like a seagull I'll still pull out in mid-divein case it's a trap set by rats...I know, I know, that's just how I amIt's trouble up, trouble down:I've steered myself so clear of everythingif I was a black bear I'd hibernate all through the year.But I'm from a race that kept on lapping me so long the crowd went homeand left me limping around the track watching my rear view mirror.And things look so much better after they have passed me by.I feel like Charlie Heston riding on a horse on the beachbut I'd rather be an ape if it helps me take the last fruitoff of the very last tree 'cause it's out of my reach Aus Songtexte Mania