Ed Sheeran —
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© Compilador: Antón Gavzov // el jefe del proyecto (https://Muzland.es)
± PPS (tempo): ♩ = 108 pulsaciones por minuto

Lyrics and Music by Ed Sheeran and John McDaid

Loving can hurt; loving can hurt sometimes,
But it’s the only thing that I know.
And 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 made these memories for ourselves,
Where our eyes are never closing,
Hearts are never broken
And time’s forever frozen still.

Chorus:
     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.
     Wait for me to come home.

Loving can heal; loving can mend your soul
And is the only thing that I know, know.
I swear it will get easier,
Remember that with every piece of you,
Hmm, and it’s the only thing
We take with us when we die.

Hmm, we keep this love in this photograph,
We made these memories for ourselves,
Where our eyes are never closing,
Hearts were never broken
And time’s forever frozen still.

Chorus:
     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,
     Well, that’s okay, 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.

     Oh, you can fit me
     Inside the necklace 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 okay, baby,
     Only 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 kissed me
     Under the lamppost,
     Back on Sixth street.
     Hearing you whisper through the phone,
     “Wait for me to come home.”