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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…
The Sundays,
yeah probably this song will be the track of the year…hahahahaha
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