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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Freya Ridings
Stimme und Gesang
Chris Laws
Programmierung
Tim Laws
Gitarre
Everton Nelson
Geige
Alison Dods
Geige
Richard George
Geige
Ian Humphries
Geige
Magnus Johnston
Geige
Natalie Bonner
Geige
Steve Mac
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Freya Ridings
Songwriter:in
Steve Mac
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Serban Ghenea
Mischtechniker:in
Chris Laws
Ingenieur:in
Bryce Bordone
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Al Lawson
Ingenieur:in
Daniel Pursey
Ingenieur:in
Steve Mac
Produzent:in
Paroles
I don't really have friends
Don't go out on weekends
I don't have a lover left to hold
Friday night I'm alone, sat at the piano
Thinking 'bout the ex I shouldn't call
You say, "Now I see, you busy
Out and living my wildest of dreams
With new friends, new cities"
But now inside my heart wants to scream
Where's the love that I know we ignited?
Darkness in me and I learned how to hide it
Made you believe that I'm happier like this
No, no
I don't really have friends
Don't go out on weekends
I don't have a lover left to hold
Friday night I'm alone, sat at the piano
Thinking 'bout the ex I shouldn't call
I'm sipping on storms in teacups
Thinking I'm drunk in some pub
With people that I hardly know
But I'm so fucking lonely, no one really knows me
You are still a heart I hope to hold
You turn, say to me
"You're happy and you're actually seeing somebody"
And you're both so proud of me
But now inside my heart starts to scream
Where is the love that I know we ignited?
Fire in me and I learned how to light it
Made you believe I was happier like this
No, no
I don't really have friends
Don't go out on weekends
I don't have a lover left to hold
Friday night I'm alone, sat at the piano
Thinking 'bout the ex I shouldn't call
I'm sipping on storms in teacups
Thinking I'm drunk in some pub
With people that I hardly know
But I'm so fucking lonely, no one really knows me
You are still a heart I want to hold
We had a love that never died
You were my world and on my side
From bright as day to dark as night
You look at me and ask me why
I don't really have friends
Don't go out on weekends
I don't have a lover left to hold
Friday night I'm alone, sat at the piano
Thinking 'bout the love we used to know
I'm sipping on storms in teacups
Thinking I'm drunk in some pub
With people that I hardly know
But I'm so fucking lonely, no one really knows me
You are still a heart I want, heart I want to hold
Writer(s): Steve Mac, Freya Olivia Rose Ridings
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