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