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Ed Sheraan English
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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 only thing that makes us feel alive We keep this love in a photograph We make these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Our hearts were never broken And times forever frozen still So you can keep me inside the pocket of your Ripped jeans holding me closer till 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 thing that I know I swear it will get easier remember that with every piece of ya It is the only thing we take with us when we die We keep this love in a photograph We make these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Our hearts were never broken And times forever frozen still So you can keep me inside the pocket of your Ripped jeans holding me closer till our Eyes meet, you won't ever be alone And if you hurt me that's ok baby, only Words bleed inside these pages you just Hold 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 |
