Every Fucking City
Every Fucking City

Paul Kelly - Every Fucking City Lyrics

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Every Fucking City Lyrics

We argued on the channel train to Paris
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
But by the time that we got down to Lyon
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain
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 for us
And for a little while it almost did
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen
And I'm trying hard to forget your name
And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza
And every fucking city feels the same

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

Writer(s): PAUL MAURICE KELLY
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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