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