Текст песни Photograph - Boyce Avenue , Bea Miller
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's
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
Our
hearts
were
never
broken
And
times
forever
frozen
still
So
you
can
keep
me
Inside
the
pocket
of
your
ripped
jeans
Holding
me
close
until
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
peace
of
ya
And
it's
the
only
thing
to
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
Our
hearts
were
never
broken
And
times
forever
frozen
still
So
you
can
keep
me
Inside
the
pocket
of
your
ripped
jeans
Holding
me
close
until
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
You
can
keep
me
Inside
the
necklace
you
bought
when
you
were
sixteen
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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