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de Ed Sheeran
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Loving can hurt, loving can sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard, you it can get hard sometimes
It is the that us feel alive
We in a photograph
We made these for ourselves
Where our are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, for me to home
Loving can heal, loving can soul
And it's the only thing that I know, know
I swear it get easier,
that with every piece of you
Hm, and it's the thing we take with us when we die
Hm, we keep this in this photograph
We made memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are closing
Hearts never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me
That's okay baby, words bleed
Inside these pages you just me
And I won't let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to home
Wait for me to come home
for me to come home
You can fit me
the necklace you got you were sixteen
Next to your where I should be
it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me
Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
When I'm away, I remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard, you it can get hard sometimes
It is the that us feel alive
We in a photograph
We made these for ourselves
Where our are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, for me to home
Loving can heal, loving can soul
And it's the only thing that I know, know
I swear it get easier,
that with every piece of you
Hm, and it's the thing we take with us when we die
Hm, we keep this in this photograph
We made memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are closing
Hearts never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me
That's okay baby, words bleed
Inside these pages you just me
And I won't let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to home
Wait for me to come home
for me to come home
You can fit me
the necklace you got you were sixteen
Next to your where I should be
it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me
Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
When I'm away, I remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."
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