Here Comes The Weekend

	  		 
 (Words & music by Per Gessle) 
 
 
 {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                 (Em) 
    'cause you're the only one, makes me come alive. 
                   C 
    It's getting closer now and darker by the hour. 
        Am  G       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 
    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  G       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         Em
    Is making me cry, when will I see you again. 
 
 {repeat chorus a} 
 
 
 
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Contribuição: Berila (For Those About To Rock We Salute You)