freya ridings
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>Weekends< 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...
