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 Barenaked Ladies
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BARENAKED LADIES - Accordi - Hello City
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--Key----Delay----Bpm: 72---Guitar--Piano-
HELLO CITY - Barenaked Ladies


Hello city . . .


Another night at the Palace,

'cause there is nothing else to do. (Whoa, whoa)

The same people, the same drinks

and the same music,

the same quicksand.

I think this harbour town is waist

deep and sinking fast.

CHORUS:

Hello city, You've found

an enemy in me. (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Hello city, (Hello city,) hello city.


Second night at the Warehouse,

and my mock turtleneck just reeks. (Whoa, whoa)


to the doom and gloom of the hotel room,

I wish this seaside beerhall would

sink into the bay.

CHORUS

Maybe I caught you at a bad time,
maybe I should call you back next week,
maybe half the fault was mine that
the sun didn't shine on Barrington Street.


It's three o'clock in the morning,

and I'm hungry so let's eat. (Whoa, whoa)

Climb down three flights to the streetlights

and the barfights, we're just taking in the sights.

I hope tomorrow that I wake up in my own bed.

CHORUS


What a good place to be,

don't believe them,

'Cause they speak a different language

and it's never been happy for me. (It's happy hour

again, whoa, whoa)
GD
It's Happy Hour again. (Whoa, whoa)

Hello city,

hello city.





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