I cross the street to find my dream
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But it had gotten so tired
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And as I feel past these alley ways and buildings
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I see all the faces, they all look straight ahead
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I turn the coroner for some shelter
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And the ground begins to quiver
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I hold the past in this fist
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I will go if you beckon me on
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I threw broken glass
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I see a hand, itĄ¯s reaching, telling me to hurry
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I hear a voice inside, God it sounds like mine
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DonĄ¯t Remake Me
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Turning the clock I find that you are not fault for what you did
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DonĄ¯t Remake Me
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Sometimes its hard well, you are not at fault for what you did
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I am going to pretend IĄ¯m flying
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Because I canĄ¯t, cant see the ground from this window
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When I get down you and me weĄ¯re gonna kick our feet
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Kick our feet through a sea of fears
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You pulled on my arms, on my legs, tried to talk,
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You always answered me with that wild old stare
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DonĄ¯t Remake Me
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Turning the clock I find that you are not fault for what you did
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DonĄ¯t Remake Me
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Sometimes its hard well, you are not at fault for what you did
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Well if you knew what was really boiling in my head
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Would you drive the nail through me?
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DonĄ¯t Remake Me
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Turning the clock I find that you are not fault for what you did
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DonĄ¯t Remake Me
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Sometimes its hard well, you are not at fault for what you did
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DonĄ¯t Remake Me
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Turning the clock I find that you are not fault for what you did
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Remake Me
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