Here Comes The Weekend

 (Words & music by Per Gessle)


 [Verse 1]
           Em               G
    Every shape, of every word you 
say,
           D                     
    that breaks the silence of an 
   C
ordinary day.
          Em               G
    Every look, that seems to 
mistify,
           D                       
    every single smile that sends 
  C
me to the sky.
                  C             
    Makes me wanna run, makes me 
     Em
wanna hide
                       C       
    'cause you're the only one, 
           (Em)
makes me come alive.
                   C           
    It's getting closer now and 
     Em
darker by the hour.
        C            D
    It only goes to show, that


 [Chorus a]
              G                  
    Here it comes, here comes the 
   Em
weekend.
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                       C
    And I'm on my own again,
                            Am 
    with a saturday in the rain 
    D7
(yeah yeah)
              G                  
    Here is comes, here comes the 
   Em
weekend.
    The fine line from pleasure to 
 C   D7
pain.
                 G  Em         C 
    Is making me cry, when will I
   D7         Em
 see you again.


 [Verse 2]
            Em               G
    Every breath, every vision you 
make,
           D                       
    every chance of love, you love 
 C
to take.
            Em                  G
    Every move, that seems to alter 
my world,
           D                       
    every dream I've had about this
  C
 boy and this girl.
                     C             
    Oh it makes me wanna run, makes
     Em
 me wanna hide
                       C           
    'cause you're the only one, who
       Em
 makes my love alive.
              C                  
    Time is running fast into a new 
Em
goodbye.
        C            D
    It only goes to show, that

 [Chorus b]
              G                  
    Here is comes, here comes the 
   Em
weekend.
    Another walk down that lonely 
 C
lane.
    Another sunday that feels the 
Am     D7
same. (Hehe)
              G                  
    Here is comes, here comes the 
   Em
weekend.
    The fine line from pleasure to 
 C   D7
pain.
                 G  Em         C 
    Is making me cry, when will I
D7         G
 see you again.

 [repeat chorus a]