The Sundays - "Here's Where the Story Ends" - (slowed + reverb) remix

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 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