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Maren Morris song “Dear Hate, Love’s Gonna Conquer All” raises money for Vegas victims

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In the aftermath of the murders in Las Vegas, country singer Maren Morris (joined by the legendary Vince Gill) is releasing a song she wrote several years ago called “Dear Hate” to raise money to benefit the victims. The lyrics are an open letter to the evil of hate and its role throughout history – and an ultimate affirmation that God’s love will conquer all. Below are the song and the lyrics:

[Verse 1]
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 paint.
I’m afraid that we just might drown.

[Verse 2]
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.

[Chorus]
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.

[Verse 3 – Vince Gill]
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, we’ll keep spinning ’round.

[Chorus]
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.

[Coda]
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.

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