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
