Here's Where The Story Ends
People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
And 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
And I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Oh, 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
And 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 whoever would've thought, the books that you bought 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, "The world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise"
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends
And 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
And I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Oh, 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
And 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 whoever would've thought, the books that you bought 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, "The world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise"
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends
Credits
Writer(s): David Richard Gavurin, Harriet Ella Wheeler
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