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 whyand 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 soreand 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 belongbut 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.
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 whyand 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 soreand 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 belongbut 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.
this has long been one of my favorite songs. i love that album, and i don't know whatever happened to the Sundays and her mournful little voice.
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