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Loving can hurt.

Loving can hurt sometimes.

But it's the only thing that I know.

I And when it gets hard,

ier, you know it can get hard 'ry piece sometimes.

It is the only thing we 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 times are forever frozen still.

So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans,

holdin' me closer till our eyes meet and 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.

I swear it will get easier,

remember that with ev'ry 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 are never broken, and times are forever frozen still.

So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans,

holdin' me closer till our eyes meet and you won't ever be alone.

Wait for me to come home.

Loving can heal.

lone.

And if you hurt me, 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.

Ooh. 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, inside well,

that's okay, baby.

Only words bleed.

Inside these pages, you just hold me.

I won't ever let you go.

And if you

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.