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