Текст песни Here Comes the Weekend - Roxette
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?
Here
it
comes,
here
it
comes,
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?
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