Paul Kelly (Australia) - Every fucking city

^GWe argued on the Channel train to Paris The ^Dvin rouge helped us make it sweet again But ^Amby the time that we got down to Lyon everything I said was wro^Gng and you cursed me in the rai^Dsus2n

We s^Gplit up for a while in Barcelona We ^Dmet up six days later in Madrid I was ^Amhoping that the break would make things go a little better for us And ^Gfor a little while it almost ^Dsus2did

^CNow I'm in a bar in Copenhagen And I'm ^Gtrying hard to forget your name And I'm ^Fstaring at the label on a bottle of Cerveza ^D And every fucking city feels the s^Game

You ^Gsaid to call you when I got to London A ^Dsus2French girl told me that you'd left a note I said to ^Amher "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny So we ^Gended up drinking in So^Dsus2ho

^GFoolishly I followed you to Dublin Like a ^Dsus2ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar And ^Amall the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters And ^Gonce I thought I saw you from a^Dsus2far

^CNow I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki And they're ^Gplaying La Vida Loca once again And I ^Fcan't believe I'm dancing to this crap, but I'm a chance here ^D And every fucking city sounds the s^Game ^A

^AAt a cafe in the port of Amsterdam An ^Eemail from you said you'd gone to Rome For a ^Bmminute I thought maybe but my funds were running low And any^Away it sounded like you weren't a^Elone

So I ^Aheaded North until I got to Hamburg A ^Echilly city suits a troubled soul And ^Bmon the Reeperbahn, I paid a woman far too much To kick me ^Aout before I'd even reached my ^Egoal

^DNow I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm And the ^Awaiter here wants me to know his name And ^GI can order sandwiches in seven different languages ^E But every fucking city looks the s^Aame

Arrive^Gderci, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehen, Hasta la Vista, ^Ebaby Every fucking city's just the s^Aame