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Every Fucking City

Paul Kelly

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   A
We argued on the channel train to Paris
     E
The vanrougue helped us make it sweet again
    Bm
But by the time that we got down to Lyon
                       A
Everything I said was wrong
                          E
And you cursed me in the rain

   A
We split up for a while in Barcelona
   E
We met up six days later in Madrid
      Bm
I was hoping that the break would

make it go a little better for us
     A                            E
And for a little while it almost did

D
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen
        A
And I'm tryin' hard to forget your name
        G                                              E
And I'm staring at the label of a bottle of cervasa
                                   A
And every fucking city looks the same

A
You said to call me when I got to London
   E
A French girl said you'd left a note
          Bm
I said to her 'I like your accent'

And she thought I sounded funny
       A                      E
So we ended up drinking in Soho

A
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin
        E
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar
    Bm
And all the bright young things

were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
     A	                              E
And once I thought I saw you from afar

D
Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki
             A
And they're playing La Vida Loca once again
       G
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap 
 			E
but I'm a chance here
					    A
And every fucking city sounds the same
 [Modulate up one step to B]

B
At a cafe; in the port of Amsterdam
    F#
An email from you said you'd gone to Rome
     C#m
For a minute I thought maybe

but my funds were running low
      B                                 F#
And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone

     B
So I headed north 'til I got to Hamburg
   F#
A chilly city suits a troubled soul
    C#m
And on the Reaperbahn

I paid a woman far too much
    B						  F#
To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal

E
Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm
       B
And the waiter here wants me to know his name
   A
And I can order sandwiches
                                 F#
in seven different languages
                                 B
But every fucking city looks the same
     A                                                      F#
Arevaderci, au revoiur, auf weidersein, hasta la vista.....baby
                              B
Every fucking city's just the same.

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Every Fucking City

Paul Kelly