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No regrets from the outside Or safe bets to make A package with a new name A safe bet on the side You tell me I don't belong The truth might be wrong You pretend I don't exist Well pretend you don't hear this I've got a bomb in my backpack I've got a shoebox full of snakes Checks in the mail Yeah fuck you, fuck you Checks in the mail Fuck you You tell me I don't belong The truth might be wrong You pretend I don't exist Well pretend you don't hear this I've got a bomb in my backpack Letras de canciones I've got a shoebox full of snakes Checks in the mail Yeah fuck you, fuck you Checks in the mail Fuck you From Letras Mania