Every Fucking City
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1.We argued on the channel train to
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Paris The vin rouge helped us make it sweet a-gain But
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by the time that we got down to Lyon every-thing I said was wrong and you
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cursed me in the rain 2.We 3.Now I'm in a bar in Copen-
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hagen And I'm trying hard to forget your name And I'm
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staring at the label on a bottle of cer-veza And
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every fucking city feels the same
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7.At a cafe
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in the port of Amsterdam An email from you said you'd gone to
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Rome For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low and any-
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way it sounded like you weren't a-lone 8.So I
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Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm And the waiter here
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wants me to know his name And I can order sandwiches in
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seven different languages But every fucking
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city looks the same Arriver-derci au re-voir auf wieder-sen hasta la
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vista baby Every fucking city's just the same
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2.We split up for a while in Barcelona
We met up six days later in Madrid
I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better
And for a little while it almost did
4.You said to call you when I got to London
A French girl told me that you'd left a note
I said to her "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny
So we ended up drinking in Soho
5.Foolishly I followed you to Dublin
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar
And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
And once I thought I saw you from afar
6.Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki
And they're playing La Vida Loca once again
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm a chance here
And every fucking city sounds the same
8.So I headed north and until I got to Hamburg
A chilly city suits a troubled soul
And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much
To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal
Paul Kelly Guitar