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