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Intro:
Em  C   D  (x4)

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

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

Verse 2:
       Em           G
Every breath, every vision you make,
       D                        C
every chance of love, you love to take.
       Em                 G
Every move, that seems to alter my world,
       D                         C
every dream I've had about this boy and this girl.
               C
Oh it makes me wanna run, makes me wanna hide
                   Em
'cause you're the only one, who makes my love alive.

        C
Time is running fast into a new goodbye.
    Am            D
It only goes to show, that

Chorus B:
              G                     Em
    Here is comes, here comes the weekend.
                                   C
    Another walk down that lonely lane.
                                  Am     D
    Another sunday that feels the same. (Hehe)
              G                     Em
    Here is comes, here comes the weekend.
                                    C   D
    The fine line from pleasure to pain.
                 G  Em         C D            Bm Em Am D Bm Em C G D F
    Is making me cry, when will I see you again.
           G
   Here it comes, here it comes, Yeah

repeat chorus A
    
Em  C  D    Em