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The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Harriet Wheeler
Harriet Wheeler
Vocals
David Gavurin
David Gavurin
Guitar
Paul Brindley
Paul Brindley
Bass
Patrick Hannan
Patrick Hannan
Drums
Lindsay Jamieson
Lindsay Jamieson
Tambourine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harriet Wheeler
Harriet Wheeler
Songwriter
David Gavurin
David Gavurin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Sundays
The Sundays
Producer
Gail Lambourne
Gail Lambourne
Engineer
Alan Moulder
Alan Moulder
Engineer
Raymond Shulman
Raymond Shulman
Producer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): David Richard Gavurin, Harriet Ella Wheeler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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