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Every shape of every word you say that breaks the silence of anordinary day.
Every look that seems to mystify, every singlesmile that spins me to the sky.
It makes me wanna run, it makesme wanna hide.
Cos you're the only one that makes me come alive.
It's getting closer now and darker by the hour
It only goes toshow that here it comes,
here comes the weekend
and I'm on my ownagain with a Saturday in the rain.
Here it comes, here comes theweekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain is making me cry.
When will I see you again?
Every breath, every vision you make
Every chance in love you love to take.
Every move that seems toalter my world.
Every dream I've had about this boy and thisgirl.
It makes me wanna run, it makes me wanna hide
cos you'rethe only one that makes my love alive and time is running fastinto a new goodbye
It only goes to show that here it comes,
here comes the weekend,
another walk down that lonely lane,another Sunday that feels the same.
Here it comes, here comes theweekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain is making me cry.
When will I see you again?
Roxette
Here Comes The Weekend
Here Comes The Weekend
Every shape of every word you say that breaks the silence of anordinary day.
Every look that seems to mystify, every singlesmile that spins me to the sky.
It makes me wanna run, it makesme wanna hide.
Cos you're the only one that makes me come alive.
It's getting closer now and darker by the hour
It only goes toshow that here it comes,
here comes the weekend
and I'm on my ownagain with a Saturday in the rain.
Here it comes, here comes theweekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain is making me cry.
When will I see you again?
Every breath, every vision you make
Every chance in love you love to take.
Every move that seems toalter my world.
Every dream I've had about this boy and thisgirl.
It makes me wanna run, it makes me wanna hide
cos you'rethe only one that makes my love alive and time is running fastinto a new goodbye
It only goes to show that here it comes,
here comes the weekend,
another walk down that lonely lane,another Sunday that feels the same.
Here it comes, here comes theweekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain is making me cry.
When will I see you again?
