EVERY FUCKING CITY
G
We argued on the Channel train to Paris
D
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
C
But by the time that we got down to Leon everything
G D
I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain
G
We split up for a while in Barcelona
D
We met up six days later in Madrid
C
I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better
G D
And for a little while it almost did
C
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen
G
And I'm trying hard to forget your name
F
So I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cer-vesa
D G
And every fucking city feels the same
G
You said to call you when I got to London
D
A French girl told me that you'd left a note
C
I said to her "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny
G D
So we ended up drinking in Soho
G
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin
D
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar
C
And all the bright young things were
throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
G D
And once I thought I saw you from afar
C
Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki
G
And there playing La Vida Loca once again
F
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap, but I'm a chance here
D G
And every fucking city sounds the same
A
At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam
E
An email from you said you'd gone to Rome
D
For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low
A E
And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone
A
So I headed North until I got to Hamburg
E
A chilly city suits a troubled soul
D
And on the Reeperbahn, I payed a woman far to much
A E
to kick me out before I'd even reached my goal
D
Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm
A
And the waiter here wants me to know his name
G
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages
E A
But every fucking city looks the same
G E
Arriverderci, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehen, Hasta la Vista, baby
E A
Every fucking city's just the same
