SundaysHere'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 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 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
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