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The Sundays - Heres Where The Story Ends Lyrics



The Sundays - Heres Where The Story Ends Lyrics




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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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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Writer: DAVID RICHARD GAVURIN, HARRIET ELLA WHEELER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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Here's Where the Story Ends" is a song by English alternative rock band the Sundays. It was the second single released from the band's debut album, Reading, Writing and Arithmetic (1990).

The song was the Sundays' breakthrough hit, topping the US Billboard Modern Rock Tracks chart. "Here's Where the Story Ends" has been covered by Tin Tin Out, who had a top-10 hit in the United Kingdom with their version and won an Ivor Novello Award for Best Contemporary Song.
Performed By: The Sundays
From Album: Reading, Writing and Arithmetic
Genre(s): Alternative, Jangle pop
Length: 3:54
Written by: DAVID RICHARD GAVURIN, HARRIET ELLA WHEELER
Produced by: The Sundays, Ray Shulman
Released: January 1st, 1990
Year: 1990

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