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• Artiste: Freya Ridings
• Titre: Weekends
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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 about 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 knew 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 about the ex I shouldn't call I’m sipping on storms in teacups You’re 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 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 about the ex I shouldn't call I'm sipping on storms in teacups You're 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 about the love we used to know I'm sipping on storms in teacups You're 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