“Here’s Where the Story Ends” by The Sundays
“So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way; surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise”


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.


It’s that little souvenir, of a terrible year
which makes me wonder why.

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.
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 brought
were all I loved you for.
Oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed.
I know where I belong.

was wrong, was wrong.


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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