Remake me

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Verse I: 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 file past these alleyways and buildings 
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I see all the faces they all look straight ahead 
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I turn the corner 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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And through broken glass I see a hand  
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It's reaching, telling me to hurry  
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I hear a voice inside... God, it sounds like mine 
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Chorus: Don't remake me... 
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Turning the clock I find  
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you are not at fault for what you did.  
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Don't remake me...  
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sometimes its hard,  
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well, you are not at fault for what you did.  
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Verse II: I'm gonna pretend I'm flying because I can't, 
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can't see the ground from this window  
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When I get down, you and me, we'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 arm on my legs  
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Tried to talk you always answered me with that wild old stare 
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Chorus: Don't remake me...  
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Turning the clock I find  
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you are not at fault for what you did  
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Don't remake me...  
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Sometimes its hard,  
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well, you are not at fault for what you did.