Here's Where The Story Ends - The Sundays
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Verse:
A Asus4
people I know, places I go
A Asus4
make me feel tongue-tied
A Asus4
I can see how people look down
A Asus4
I'm on the outside
A Asus4 A Asus4
here's where the story ends
A Asus4 A Asus4
here's where the story ends
Chorus 1:
D
it's that little souveneir of a terrible year
A
which makes my eyes go sore
D
and whoever would have thought the books that you brought
A
were all I loved you for
Verse:
A Asus4
places I know, places I go
A Asus4
make me feel so tired
A Asus4
and I can see how people look down
A Asus4
they're on the inside
A Asus4 A Asus4
oh here's where the story ends
A Asus4 A Asus4
ooh here's where the story ends
Chorus 1:
D
it's that little souveneir of a terrible year
A
which makes my eyes go sore
D
and whoever would have thought the books that you brought
A
were all I loved you for
Chorus 2:
D
oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
A
I know where I belong
D
but the only thing I ever really wanted to say
A
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
Chorus 1:
D
it's that little souveneir of a terrible year
A
which makes my eyes go sore
D
and whoever would have thought the books that you brought
A
were all I loved you for
A D A D
here's where the story ends
A D A D
here's where the story ends
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