Gmaj7 - 3 2 0 0 0 2C* - 0 3 2 0 0 2Cadd9 - 0 3 2 0 3 0Intro: Gmaj7 C*Gmaj7 C* People I know, places I go Make me feel tongue tied I can see how, people look down They're on the insideGmaj7 C* Gmaj7 C* Here's where the story endsGmaj7 C* People I see, weary of me Showing my good side I can see how, people look down I'm on the outsideGmaj7 C* Gmaj7 C* Here's, where the story endsOoh here's, where the story endsCadd9 It's that little souvenir, of a terrible yearGmaj7 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 the shed, that make me turn red Surprise, surprise, surpriseGmaj7 C* Crazy I know, places I go Make me feel so tired I can see how people look down I'm on the outsideGmaj7 C* Gmaj7 C* Here's, where the story ends Ooh here's, where the story endsCadd9 It's that little souvenir, of a terrible yearGmaj7 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 wrongCadd9 It's that little souvenir, of a colorful yearGmaj7 Which makes me smile inside So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surpriseGmaj7 C* Gmaj7 C* Here's, where the story ends Ooh here's, where the story ends
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