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