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Every shape |
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of every word you say |
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that breaks the silence |
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of an ordinary day. |
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Every look |
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that seems to mystify, |
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every single smile |
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that spins me to the sky. |
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It makes me wanna run, |
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it makes me wanna hide. |
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Cos you're the only one |
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that makes me come alive. |
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It's getting closer now and darker by the hour. |
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It only goes to show |
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that here it comes, |
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here comes the weekend |
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and I'm on my own again |
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with a Saturday in the rain. |
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Here it comes, |
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here comes the weekend. |
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The fine line from pleasure to pain |
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is making me cry. |
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When will I see you again? |
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Every breath, |
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every vision you make. |
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Every chance in love |
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you love to take. |
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Every move |
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that seems to alter my world. |
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Every dream |
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I've had about this boy and this girl. |
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It makes me wanna run, |
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it makes me wanna hide |
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cos you're the only one |
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that makes my love alive |
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and time is running fast into a new goodbye. |
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It only goes to show |
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that here it comes, |
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here comes the weekend, |
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another walk down that lonely lane, |
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another Sunday that feels the same. |
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Here it comes, |
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here comes the weekend. |
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The fine line from pleasure to pain |
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is making me cry. |
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When will I see you again? |
