Hurts

Baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts
And loving you the way I do, it hurts
(Yeah)
Hold tight, it's a sing-along
I'm alright, I'm alright, but I could be wrong, baby
I know you remember me
'53 in the back of the lavory, come on
You could at least try and look at me
Oh man, oh man, what a tragedy, aha
Bang, bang, there goes paradise
I chill why we always had to roll the dice, a la
Heartbeat in the regular
Two seats in the race in the finish line, hazy
Ah yeah, you're forgettin' that
And all the mad things we did after that, crazy
Your heart's a cold November
I swear you're giving me shivers
(Woah)
Baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts
Loving you the way I do, it hurts
When all that's left to do is watch it burn, baby, yeah, yeah
Baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts

It hurts the way that you, you say you don't remember
It hurts the way that you forget our times together
Like that time late in bed when you said it's forever, baby
I can't, I can't explain no more

And baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts
And loving you the way I do, it hurts
When all that's left to do is watch it burn
Oh baby, I'm not made of stone, no no no no no

Baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts
And loving you the way I do, it hurts, hurts
(Wah)



Credits
Writer(s): Mustafa Omer, James Murray, Emeli Sande, Philip Leigh, Matthew Holmes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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