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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vadim Adamov
Vadim Adamov
Performer
Hardphol
Hardphol
Performer
Alena Roxis
Alena Roxis
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freya Ridings
Freya Ridings
Songwriter
Steve Mac
Steve Mac
Composer

Lyrics

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
When I'm so very 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
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 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
When I'm so very lonely, no one really knows me
You are still a heart I want to hold
Written by: Freya Ridings, Steve Mac
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