Paul Kelly - Every fucking city

^GWe argued on the Channel train to Paris The ^Dvin rouge helped us make it sweet again But by the ^Ctime that we got down to Leon everything I said was ^Gwrong and you cursed me in the ^Drain

We ^Gsplit up for a while in Barcelona We ^Dmet up six days later in Madrid I was ^Choping that the break would make things go a little better And for a ^Glittle while it almost ^Ddid

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

^GYou said to call you when I got to London A ^DFrench girl told me that you'd left a note I said to ^Cher "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny So we ^Gended up drinking in So^Dho

^GFoolishly I followed you to Dublin Like a ^Dghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar And all the ^Cbright young things were

And ^Gonce I thought I saw you from a^Dfar ^CNow I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki And there ^Gplaying La Vida Loca once again And I ^Fcan't believe I'm dancing to this crap, but I'm a chance here ^DAnd every fucking city sounds the s^Game

^AAt a cafe in the port of Amsterdam An ^Eemail from you said you'd gone to Rome For a ^Dminute 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 on the ^DReeperbahn, I payed a woman far to 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 ^EBut every fucking city looks the s^Aame Arriver^Gderci, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehen, Hasta la Vista, ^Ebaby ^EEvery fucking city's just the s^Aame