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, wary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how
People look down,
I'm on the outside.
Here's where the story ends.
Ohhh, 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.
Here's, where the story ends.
Ohh 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.
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Here's, where the story ends
Ohh here's, where the story ends
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, wary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how
People look down,
I'm on the outside.
Here's where the story ends.
Ohhh, 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.
Here's, where the story ends.
Ohh 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.
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Here's, where the story ends
Ohh here's, where the story ends
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Writer(s): David Richard Gavurin, Harriet Ella Wheeler
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