S.T.4.L.K.3.R.
Bentley Jones
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Hush
Just hush
We all know
It's just us
It's just us
Come on now honey, don't you worry
You just picked the wrong fight
You silly bitch, don't ever think you have control of my life
Tip the peer, hear the cheer
No one's gonna miss you
Be a whore forever more
You can't convince me
They'll never know it was love at the start
They'll never know what you did to my heart
Who would have known I would be
All the love would be heat
All the fire would burn, set me back
Hey s-s-sister, gonna miss you when you disappear
I got a stalker, greasy talker jumping out of here
Nobody believes your lies
Your pride has run out of time
Hey s-s-sister, gonna blister when you play with fire
Nobody likes a dirty boy
Nor all composed in life
'Cause now we see through your fake
Personality disgrace
They gonna get you now
It's just us
Drop dead baby, got me crazy for a taste of your blood
Once you try, once you cry, will it make you hurt?
Scream it loud, let the pain sound it like my name
Do you feel it like it's coming back again?
I'll never say I gave you my heart
I'll never tell how I'm falling apart
Karma's a bitch, don't you know
When you act like a hoe
'Cause the world's always known from the start, yeah
Hey s-s-sister, gonna miss you when you disappear
I got a stalker, greasy talker jumping out of here
Nobody believes your lies
Your pride has run out of time
Hey s-s-sister, gonna blister when you play with fire
Nobody likes a dirty boy
Nor all composed in life
'Cause now we see through your fake
Personality disgrace
They gonna get you now
Maybe it's 'cause I met you
Maybe it's 'cause I tried too hard
Maybe it's 'cause I want to
Maybe it's 'cause you hit the spot
Tell me why when there is pain
There is always someone to blame
They'll never know
They'll never know, yeah
Hey s-s-sister, gonna miss you when you disappear
I got a stalker, greasy talker jumping out of here
Nobody believes your lies
Your pride has run out of time
Hey s-s-sister, gonna blister when you play with fire
Nobody likes a dirty boy
Nor all composed in life
'Cause now we see through your fake
Personality disgrace
They gonna get you now