G 320033Cadd9 032033C 032010E|----------------------------------|G Cadd9 GG Cadd9 People I know, places I goG make me feel tongue-tied...G Cadd9 I can see how, people look downG they're on the inside...G Cadd9 G Here's, where the story endsG Cadd9 People I see, weary of meG showing my good side...G Cadd9 Like you see how, people are downG I'm on the outside...G Cadd9 G Here's, where the story endsG Cadd9 G Oh, here's, where the story ends *Chorus*C it's that little souvenir of a terrible yearG which makes my eyes feel sore...C Oh I never should have said, the books that you readG Were all I loved you for...C It's that little souvenir of a terrible yearG Which makes me wonder why...C And it's the memories of your shed that make me turn redG Surprise, surprise, surprise...Cadd9 GG Cadd9 places I know, places I goG make me feel so tired...G Cadd9 and I can see how people look downG I'm on the outside...G Cadd9 G oh here's where the story endsG Cadd9 G oh here's where the story ends *Chorus*C it's that little souvenir of a terrible yearG which makes my eyes go sore...C and whoever would have thought the books that you broughtG were all I loved you for...C oh the devil in me said, go down to the shedG I know where I belong...C but the only thing I ever really wanted to sayG was wrong, was wrong, was wrong...C it's that little souvenir of a colorful yearG which makes me smile inside...C so I cynically, cynically say, well is that whyG surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise...G Cadd9 G Cadd9G Cadd9 G here's where the story ends...G Cadd9 G Oh, here's where the story ends
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