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Sometimes a song says it all...

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

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...

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

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
Hm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die

Hm, we keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen still...

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
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 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
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."

Songwriters
SHEERAN, ED / MCDAID, JOHNNY

Lion Man

Lion Man

This is what you do

You’ve done it all before

You pursue, you pounce, you devour

Leaving only blood soaked grass

And paw marks where you’ve tread

You run fast, afraid of Truth

You wipe your heart, your mind

Anything to forget, to erase

Those people you once “loved”

Those faces that you’ve slaughtered

The lies you tell yourself

You’re the worst kind of thief

You greet with smiles, kisses

Charm your way around a room.

To eye your victims, test their resolve,

Teach them the rules

To your unbeatable game

You’re a fraud, a con artist, a liar

Who loves no one, not even himself

You chew up and spit out the sincerest of people

Those who believed in you, who saw your light

Those who lied for you, honored you, saved you

Remember the people who loved you

Who cared enough to risk it all?

Remember what it felt like to be loved

To be seen, accepted, and cherished

Through the rise and fall?

People are more than flesh and bone

More than pawns in your game,
objects to steal

You string them along and they'll shatter

They'll rot, they'll decay,

Oh Lion Man,

Can’t you see?

The path to redemption is there

Out of the darkness, its valley of guilt, mountain of lies

Back through the blood stained grass

Where the light of Truth blazes

Where the real you, the lion cub you, awaits.