《 The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends 》

《 The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends 》

People I know places I go

Make me feel tongue tied

I can see how people look down

They're on the inside

Here's where the story ends

People I see, weary of me

Showing my good side

I can see how people look down

I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends

Ooh here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year

Which makes my eyes feel sore

Oh I never should have said the books that you read

Were all I loved you for

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year

Which makes me wonder why

& it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red

Surprise surprise surprise

Crazy I know, places I go

Make me feel so tired

I can see how people look down

I'm on the outside

Oh here's where the story ends

Ooh here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year

Which makes my eyes feel sore

& who ever would've thought the books that you brought

Were all I loved you

For

Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed

I know where I belong

But the only thing I ever really wanted to say

Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It's that little souvenir of a colorful year

Which makes me smile inside

So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way

Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here's where the story ends

Ooh here's where the story ends

Songwriters

D. GAVURIN, H. WHEELER

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