Roxette - Here comes the weekend

Every s^Emhape, of every ^Gword you say, that br^Deaks the silence of an or^Cdinary day. Every l^Emook, that seems to ^Gmistify, every s^Dingle smile that sends me ^Cto the sky. Makes me w^Canna run, makes me wanna hide Em (Em) 'cause you're the only one, makes me come alive. It's getting c^Closer now and darker by the hour. It o^Amnly goes to s^Dhow, that

Here it co^Gmes, here comes the we^Emekend. And I'm on my own a^Cgain, with a saturday in the r^Amain (yeah ^Dyeah) Here is ^Gcomes, here comes the wee^Emkend. The fine line from pleasure to p^Cain.^D Is making me ^Gcry^Em, when will^C I^D see you aga^Emin.^{C D Em C D}

Every b^Emreath, every v^Gision you make, every c^Dhance of love, you l^Cove to take. Every m^Emove, that seems to ^Galter my world, every d^Dream I've had about this b^Coy and this girl. Oh it make^Cs me wanna run, makes me^C wanna hide 'cause you're the o^Emnly one, who makes ^Emmy love alive. Time is r^Cunning fast into a new goodbye. It ^Amonly goes to ^Dshow, that

Here is co^Gmes, here comes the we^Emekend. Another walk down that lonely l^Cane. Another sunday that feels the ^Amsame. (^DHehe) Here is co^Gmes, here comes the we^Emekend. The fine line from pleasure to p^Cain.^D Is making me ^Gcry^Em, when will^C I^D see you agai^Bmn. ^{Em Am D Bm Em C G D F}

Here it c^Gomes, here it comes yeah (repeat chorus a)