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
and it’s the memories of your 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
and 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 colourful 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
 
 
 
 
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