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Save a prayer for a sinner and a saint, my baby's coming back
Say a prayer, hide hide away yea baby's coming back
Hey hey...
I move all right, I got the wheels going round,
making ways in the night.
yea we're movin' all right, wipin' the rain from...
Goodbye to you, goodbye to broken hearts,
goodbye to romance, hiding in the dark,
nights that leave a scar.
...
It's a madman's situation, reminiscing in the rain,
and I've lost your love again, I call your name.
And I don't want to...
She knows I'd do anything she wants me to,
the love she finds is deeper than the ocean.
She knows I'd do anything she wants...
I knew this would happen and I don't want to be around
when it gets out.
I've closed the last picture and painted the windows...
Chasing your shadow, the senses together,
four-leafed and clever I come from behind.
Chasing your shadow, I wander in...
I know her, and every notion I get from her I wear inside me.
I know her, all of the broken leaves of love she leaves behind. ...
You wake me up in the middle of the night and burn the cover down.
You're on the phone in the air like a record try to spin me...
Echoes of loneliness, traces from love affairs,
will never disappear, always come thru.
I thought I'd never know the time to...
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Every shape
of every word you say
that breaks the silence
of an ordinary day.
Every look
that seems to mystify,
every single smile
that spins me to the sky.
It makes me wanna run,
it makes me wanna hide.
Cos you're the only one
that makes me come alive.
It's getting closer now and darker by the hour.
It only goes to show
that here it comes,
here comes the weekend
and I'm on my own again
with a Saturday in the rain.
Here it comes,
here comes the weekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain
is making me cry.
When will I see you again?
Every breath,
every vision you make.
Every chance in love
you love to take.
Every move
that seems to alter my world.
Every dream
I've had about this boy and this girl.
It makes me wanna run,
it makes me wanna hide
cos you're the only one
that makes my love alive
and time is running fast into a new goodbye.
It only goes to show
that here it comes,
here comes the weekend,
another walk down that lonely lane,
another Sunday that feels the same.
Here it comes,
here comes the weekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain
is making me cry.
When will I see you again?
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