Artist:	Roxette
Song:	Here comes the weekend
Tabbed by: 	Morij
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------       intro: Em,C,D  4x


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           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                       C
    Oh it makes me wanna run, makes me wanna hide
                       Em                 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)