| Loving can hurt
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| Loving can hurt sometimes
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| But it’s the only thing that I know
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| When it gets hard
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| You know it can get hard sometimes
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| It’s the only thing that makes us feel alive
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| We keep this love in a photograph
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| We made these memories for ourselves
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| Where our eyes are never closing
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| Our hearts were never broken
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| And time’s forever frozen still
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| So you can keep me
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| Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
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| Holding me close until our eyes meet
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| You won’t ever be alone
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| Wait for me to come home
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| Loving can heal
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| Loving can mend your soul
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| And it’s the only thing that I know
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| I swear it will get easier
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| Remember that we’re never repeating yeah
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| And it’s the only thing to take with us when we die
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| We keep this love in a photograph
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| We made these memories for ourselves
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| Where our eyes are never closing
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| Our hearts were never broken
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| And time’s forever frozen, still
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| So you can keep me
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| Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
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| Holding me close until our eyes meet
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| You won’t ever be alone
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| And if you hurt me
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| That’s okay baby
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| There’ll be worse things
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| Inside these pages you just hold me
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| And I won’t ever let you go
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| Wait for me to come home
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| Wait for me to come home
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| Wait for me to come home
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| Wait for me to come home
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| You can keep me
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| Inside the necklace you bought when you were sixteen
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| Next to your heartbeat where I should be
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| Keep it deep within your soul
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| And if you hurt me
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| That’s okay baby
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| There’ll be worse things
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| Inside these pages you just hold me
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| And I won’t ever let you go
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| When I’m gone
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| I will remember how you kissed me
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| Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
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| Hearing you whisper through the phone
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| Wait for me to come home |