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 the 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 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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
