In the end of the 80sand in the early 90s, Roxette, a pop-rockduo from Halmstad, Sweden, stood among the top bands in worldwide sales and notoriety, brandishing a simple yet effective blend of pop with a slight edge and occasional hints of dance. The group claims influences ranging from The Beatlesto Blondieto new wave music to Joni Mitchelland Aretha Franklin. Perhaps, years after the fact, Roxette's popularity can be difficult to understand or appreciate in light of what critics considered its infectious but nonetheless lightweight music, lightweight even compared to what was otherwise on the airwavesat the time. Regardless, there was a time in 1991 when Roxette could command an arena filled with tens of thousands of fans in places as diverse as Buenos Aires, Frankfurt and Sydney. The 1992 release Tourism: Songs from Studios, Stages, Hotelrooms & Other Strange Places -- with a recording of audience members singing along to the tune of the group's biggest hit, " .
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Roxette

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 wa
Ide. cos youre the only one that makes me come alive. its getting closer now and darker by the hour.
It only goes to show that here it comes, here comes the weekend and Im 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
Ng 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 Ive had about this boy and this girl. it makes me wanna run, it
Me wanna hide cos youre 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
Sure to pain is making me cry. when will I see you again?