Here's Where The Story Ends

People I know, places I go Make me feel tongue tied But 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 you for It's that little souvenir of a terrible year Which makes me wonder why 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 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 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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