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Freya Ridings
Freya Ridings
Stimme und Gesang
Chris Laws
Chris Laws
Programmierung
Tim Laws
Tim Laws
Gitarre
Everton Nelson
Everton Nelson
Geige
Alison Dods
Alison Dods
Geige
Richard George
Richard George
Geige
Ian Humphries
Ian Humphries
Geige
Magnus Johnston
Magnus Johnston
Geige
Natalie Bonner
Natalie Bonner
Geige
Steve Mac
Steve Mac
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Freya Ridings
Freya Ridings
Songwriter:in
Steve Mac
Steve Mac
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mischtechniker:in
Chris Laws
Chris Laws
Ingenieur:in
Bryce Bordone
Bryce Bordone
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Al Lawson
Al Lawson
Ingenieur:in
Daniel Pursey
Daniel Pursey
Ingenieur:in
Steve Mac
Steve Mac
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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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