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Here Comes The Weekend
Roxette – Here Comes The Weekend Akorları
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Roxette - Here Comes The Weekend, G tonunda çalınıyor. Şarkıda 6 farklı akor var: G, D, C, Em, Am, D7. Hepsi açık akor, barre gerekmiyor — yeni başlayanlar için uygun. Tona göre akor dizisi: I – V – IV – vi.
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Date: Tue, 16 Jan 1996 12:37:48 +0100
From: g pereboom
Subject: Tab: Roxette Song: here comnes the weekend
Here comes the weekend.
Roxette, Tourism.
Trans. by Graham ()
Verse 1:
Every shape, of every word you say,
that breaks the silence of an ordinary day.
Every look, that seems to mistify,
every single smile that sends me to the sky.
Makes me wanna run, makes me wanna hide
C (Em)
'cause you're the only one, makes me come alive.
It's getting closer now and darker by the hour.
It only goes to show, that
Chorus a:
Here it comes, here comes the weekend.
And I'm on my own again,
with a saturday in the rain (yeah yeah)
Here is comes, here comes the weekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain.
Is making me cry, when will I see you again.
Verse 2:
Every breath, every vision you make,
every chance of love, you love to take.
Every move, that seems to alter my world,
every dream I've had about this boy and this girl.
Oh it makes me wanna run, makes me wanna hide
'cause you're the only one, who makes my love alive.
Time is running fast into a new goodbye.
It only goes to show, that
Chorus b:
Here is comes, here comes the weekend.
Another walk down that lonely lane.
Another sunday that feels the same. (Hehe)
Here is comes, here comes the weekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain.
Is making me cry, when will I see you again.
(repeat chorus a)
