Here Comes the Weekend (Live) Roxette
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Every shape of every word you say
That breaks the silence of an ordinary day
Every look that seems to mystify
Every single smile that spins me to the sky
It makes me wanna run, it makes me 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 to show that here it comes
Here comes the weekend
And I'm on my own again
With a Saturday in the rain
Here it comes, here comes the weekend
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 to alter my world
Every dream I've had about this boy and this girl
It makes me wanna run, It makes me wanna hide
Cos you're the only one that makes my love alive
And time is running fast into a new goodbye
It only goes to show that here comes the weekend
Another walk down that lonely lane
Another Sunday that feels the same
Here it comes, here comes the weekend
The fine line from pleasure to pain is making me cry
When will I see you again?
That breaks the silence of an ordinary day
Every look that seems to mystify
Every single smile that spins me to the sky
It makes me wanna run, it makes me 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 to show that here it comes
Here comes the weekend
And I'm on my own again
With a Saturday in the rain
Here it comes, here comes the weekend
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 to alter my world
Every dream I've had about this boy and this girl
It makes me wanna run, It makes me wanna hide
Cos you're the only one that makes my love alive
And time is running fast into a new goodbye
It only goes to show that here comes the weekend
Another walk down that lonely lane
Another Sunday that feels the same
Here it comes, here comes the weekend
The fine line from pleasure to pain is making me cry
When will I see you again?
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