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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freya Ridings
Freya Ridings
Vocals
Chris Laws
Chris Laws
Programming
Tim Laws
Tim Laws
Guitar
Everton Nelson
Everton Nelson
Violin
Alison Dods
Alison Dods
Violin
Richard George
Richard George
Violin
Ian Humphries
Ian Humphries
Violin
Magnus Johnston
Magnus Johnston
Violin
Natalie Bonner
Natalie Bonner
Violin
Steve Mac
Steve Mac
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freya Ridings
Freya Ridings
Songwriter
Steve Mac
Steve Mac
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Chris Laws
Chris Laws
Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Al Lawson
Al Lawson
Engineer
Daniel Pursey
Daniel Pursey
Engineer
Steve Mac
Steve Mac
Producer

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 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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