| Oh, I never learned how to hate
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| I never learned how to be hated
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| Can it be controlled?
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| Can anything be controlled?
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| It hurts like a cancer in me
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| But in every room I still can feel his ghost
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| Blood rushing around us
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| Like a herd of phantom horses
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| I will burn every place that we entered
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| And I will burn away this hatred within me
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| And when I sleep I will dream about a dove on the wind I’ll dream about a child
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| And the words I would say to his father and mother
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| Owen are you there?
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| End this nightmare I’m in
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| Rush to my arms in the morning
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| And meet me out on the same platform
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| How badly I wish for it
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| That we can be angels and not this bullshit
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| And I will burn every place that we entered
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| And I will burn away this hatred within me
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| We had no future
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| And if I was in love it had no story
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| Love it will forget, love has already
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| And if I was in love now I am nothing
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| I’ll dream about a dove on the wind
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| I’ll dream about a child
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| And the words I would say to his father and mother
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| Oh, I never learned how to hate
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| I never learned how to be hated
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| Can it be controlled?
|
| Can anything be controlled?
|
| It hurts like a cancer in me
|
| But in every room I still can feel his ghost
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| Blood rushing around us
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| Like a herd of phantom horses |