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 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
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 colourful 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