Vince Gill - Dear Hate Lyrics
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Dear Hate
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What Are The Lyrics For Dear Hate By Vince Gill?
Dear Hate
I saw you on the news today Like a shock that takes my breath away You fall like rain, cover us in drops of pain I'm afraid that we just might drown Dear Hate Well, you sure are colorblind Your kiss is the cruelest kind You could poison any mind Just look at mine Don't know how this world keeps spinning 'round and 'round You were there in the garden, like a snake in the grass I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass You whisper down through history and echo through these halls But I hate to tell you, love's gonna conquer all Dear Hate You were smiling from that Selma bridge In Dallas, when that bullet hit and Jackie cried You pulled those towers from the sky But even on our darkest nights The world keeps spinning 'round You were there in the garden, like a snake in the grass I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass You whisper down through history and echo through these halls But I hate to tell you, love's gonna conquer all Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Dear Love Just when I think you've given up You were there in the garden when I ran from your voice I hear you every morning through the chaos and the noise You still whisper down through history and echo through these halls And tell me love's gonna conquer all Gonna conquer all |
Who Wrote Dear Hate By Vince Gill?
Tom Douglas, David Hodges, Maren Morris
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What's The Duration Of The Dear Hate By Vince Gill?The duration of Dear Hate is 3:40 minutes and seconds. |
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