The Sundays

Heres Where The Story Ends

The Sundays


Tom: G

Gmaj7 - 3 2 0 0 0 2
C* - 0 3 2 0 0 2
Cadd9 - 0 3 2 0 3 0


Intro: 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 inside

Gmaj7     C*          Gmaj7   C*  
Here's where the story ends

Gmaj7           C*
People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how, people look down
I'm on the outside

Gmaj7     C*          Gmaj7   C*  
Here's, where the story ends
Ooh here's, where the story ends


Cadd9
It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year
Gmaj7
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

Gmaj7           C*
Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Gmaj7     C*          Gmaj7   C*  
Here's, where the story ends
Ooh here's, where the story ends

Cadd9
It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year
Gmaj7
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

Cadd9
It's that little souvenir, of a colorful year
Gmaj7
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Gmaj7     C*          Gmaj7   C* 
Here's, where the story ends
Ooh here's, where the story ends

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