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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 all alone, sat at the piano. Think about the ex I should've called. You say, Now I see, You busy Out here living my wildest dream. With your new friends, new cities. But now inside my heart wants to scream. Where is the love that I knew we ignited? That danced in me in the light, How I hide it. Make you believe that I'm happy 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 all alone, sat at the piano. Think about the ex I should've called. I'm sipping on sorrows 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 the 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 knew we ignited? When you're in me, in the light, How to hide Make smiling like this. No, No. We had a love, another time. You were my world and by my side. From brightest day to darkest night. You'd 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 all alone, sat at the piano. Think about the love we used to know. I'm sipping on sorrows 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 the heart I want, Heart I want to hold.
Vadim Adamov, Hardphol, Алёна Роксис — Weekends
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