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