I strum my fingers against my thighs when they're free from pressing buttons and steering, and I begin to sing Make my way back home when I learn to fly... I sing with all of myself, really putting on a performance. I smile at you but you don't see along with me. What's wrong, don't like Foo Fighters? I tease C'mon rookie, at least gimme a smile, we're on our way home!
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