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Photograph Lyrics – Ed Sheeran

    Photograph is a popular pop song by Ed Sheeran from the 2014 album x. Check words to Ed Sheeran Photograph Lyrics in English below.

    Photograph Lyrics – Ed Sheeran 

    [Verse 1]
    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

    [Pre-Chorus]
    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

    [Verse 2]
    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
    [Pre-Chorus]
    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

    [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

    [Bridge]
    Wait for me to come home
    Wait for me to come home
    Wait for me to come home

    [Chorus]
    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
    [Outro]
    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”

     

    Writer(s): Ed Sheeran

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