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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?

I m alive
Baby, I m alive [x2]

Way of sexton is torturing my mind
Playing with my conscience
Fortook the forbidden kind
What I find natural is to others oh so wrong
Living in a world of dead ones makes me so...

The ripples run into the sun
And your smile blends with the clouds that flutter by me
As I sit on the edge of a dream
What do I see? What do I see?

I see the children playing in the sun
And there...

Los chicos crecen
en el lado contrario de la vida
donde no existe ni justicia ni verdad.
Y como duele
tanta tristeza en sus sonrisas
es tan difícil aceptar la realidad.
A donde el hambre
ya es costumbre a la deriva
a los costados de cualquier ciudad.
Que no...

Everybody laughs, everybody cries
everybody searches for the truth
that only some will find
everybody aches inside
wonderin’ what they lost to love
every now and then, everybody does.

Everybody hopes, everybody needs
every child fantasizes life
the way it’s gonna...

Hallucinations must exist
so that we can hide in this bliss
the brave new world on monitors
oh keep emitting this smart film
film

we have delusions - nothing else
phantasmagorias of great days
emissions secretly perform their missions
gold stardust on the satellites
dust

so keep emitting...