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 'i Like Your Accent' And She Thought I Sounded Funny
so We Ended Up Drinking In Soho
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
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

at A Cafe In The Port Of Amsterdam
an E-Mail From You Said You'd Gone To Rome
for A Minute I Thought Maybe But My Funds Were Running Low
and Anyway It Sounded Like You Weren't Alone
so I Headed North 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
now I'm In A Restaurant In Stockholm
and The Waiter Here Wants Me To Know His Name
and I Can Order Sandwiches In Seven Different Languages
but Every Fucking City Looks The Same
arrivederci, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehen, Hasta La Vista Baby
yeah, Every Fucking City's Just The Same