Sundays, The - Here's Where The Story Ends

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people I know, places I go
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make me feel tongue-tied
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I can see how people look down
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I'm on the outside
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here's                 where the story ends
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here's                 where the story ends

Chorus
            C
it's that little souveneir of a terrible year
          G
which makes my eyes go sore
       C
and whoever would have thought the books that you brought
        G
were all I loved you for
G

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places I know, places I go
make me feel so tired
and I can see how people look down
they're on the inside

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 colorful year
which makes me smile inside
so I cynically, cynically say, well is that why
surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends