Ed Sheeran - Photograph (Lyrics) | Meghan Trainor ft. John Legend, Sture Zetterberg ft. G Curtis,...
Ed Sheeran - Photograph (Lyrics) | Meghan Trainor ft. John Legend, Sture Zetterberg ft. G Curtis,...
Ed Sheeran - Photograph (Lyrics) | Meghan Trainor ft. John Legend, Sture Zetterberg ft. G Curtis,...

Tracks list:
00:00:00 Ed Sheeran - Photograph
00:04:09 Meghan Trainor ft. John Legend - Like I'm Gonna Lose You
00:07:36 Sture Zetterberg ft. G Curtis - Waste Of My Love
00:10:54 Cospe - Kill These Butterflies

Lyrics:
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 made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen, 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, wait for me to come home
Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know, know
I swear it will get easier, remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen, 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, 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 16
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"

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