Liz Connolly Biography

You think you know
You know my pain
You know my game
You know my shame
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Butterfly kisses from
A north bound breeze
Bushing gentley
Mountain tops
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I've spun off my path
And what my fate has chosen
Is risky and morbid
But I like the feeling
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abuse is use
abuse is lies
the tears they cry
will burn there eyes
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hatred
such a raw pretender
pain
if graceless
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