Photograph sing and play along

1. ing can hurt.

Lov ing can hurt some times.

But it's the on ly thing that I know.

And when it gets hard

i er, you know it can get hard 'ry piece some times

it is the on ly thing we that makes us feel a live.

Mm... We keep this love in a pho to graph.

We made these mem o ries for our selves.

Where our eyes are nev er clos ing,

hearts are nev er bro ken,

and times are for ev er fro zen still.

So you can keep me in side the pock et of your ripped jeans,

hold in' me clo ser till our eyes meet and you won't ev er be a lone.

Wait for me to come home.

2. ing can heal.

Lov ing can mend your soul.

And is the on ly thing that I know.

I it will get eas

i er, re mem ber that with ev 'ry piece of ya.

And it's the on ly thing we take with us when we die.

Mm... We keep this love in a pho to graph.

We made these mem o ries for our selves.

Where our eyes are nev er clos ing,

hearts are nev er bro ken,

and times are for ev er fro zen still.

So you can keep me in side the pock et of your ripped jeans,

hold in' me clo ser till our eyes meet and you won't ev er be a lone.

Wait for me to come home.

2. ing can heal.

lone.

And if you hurt me, well,

that's o kay, ba by.

On ly words bleed.

In side these pa ges, you just hold me.

And I won't ev er 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 in side the neck lace you got when you were six teen,

next to your heart beat where I should be.

Keep it deep with in your soul.

And if you hurt me, well,

that's o kay, ba by.

On ly words bleed.

In side these pa ges, you just hold me.

And I won't ev er let you go.

When I'm a way,

I will re mem ber how you kissed me un der the lamp post back on Sixth

Street, hear ing you whis per through the phone.

Wait for me to come home.