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Sundays
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Sundays è stato pubblicato il 16 agosto 2024 da Freddie Lewis come parte dell'album Sundays - Single
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Data di uscita16 agosto 2024
EtichettaFreddie Lewis
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM68

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Lewis Palmer
Freddie Lewis Palmer
Lead Vocals
James Storm
James Storm
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freddie Lewis Palmer
Freddie Lewis Palmer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie T Smith
Charlie T Smith
Producer

Testi

I do the things
I'm meant to do
I hit the gym
And take it one day at a time
I write it down
And tell a friend
Breathe in for 5
And out for 10
And every day I find another way to be alright alone
If I could only figure Sundays
I'm making art
And calling mum
I'm keeping busy
Trying to find myself for fun
I stay out late
And dance for me
Then I look for you
In almost everyone I meet
And every day I find another way to be alright alone
If I could only figure Sundays
Wipe the image from my eyes
Your face a something sunny
And your figure folded gently into mine
If I could only figure Sundays
Forget the feeling of your hair
On my fingertips, and to my lips
The way it felt to kiss you everywhere
If I could only figure Sundays
Forget the parts I want to hold
The subtle times I caught your eye
And both of us imagined growing old
If I could only figure Sundays
I'd know exactly what to do
If I could only figure how to do a Sunday without
I've worked out late nights in London
The gigs we'd have gone to
I've found my own parties
And I've gone there just me
The day trips and holidays
Hotels we'll never stay
I'll spread myself out wide
Or invite some company
I'm writing, feeling
Looks like I'm healing
I'm meeting new people and
Spending my evenings
How I want, with myself
I'm caring 'bout my health
I'm leaning, I'm patient
I'm finding my way since you walked away
But something in me just can't quite work out
Sundays
The image settles in my eyes
Your face a something sunny
And your figure folded gently into mine
If I could only figure Sundays
Forget the feeling of your hair
On my fingertips, and to my lips
The way it felt to kiss you everywhere
If I could only figure Sundays
Forget the parts I want to hold
Still sometimes I see your eyes
For a second I imagine growing old
If I could only figure Sundays
I'd know exactly what to do
If I could only figure how to do a Sunday without you
Written by: Freddie Lewis Palmer
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