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Rest in peace, my old self mirrorMy lungs dry out, so insincereI guess that's what you get to hearSo hear me hear youShot down like a covered foolIronic, like my neighbors poolSo fed up with your twisted sinSo where do I beginThere's so many ways to say thisThere's so many waysFinal stage is to get awayDon't you dare let me stayIt's got to be this wayFinal stage is to get awayDon't you dare let me stayIt's got to be this wayThere's so many ways to put thisThere's so many ways From Letras Mania