Heres Where The Story Ends

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G              C            G                       C
People I know, places I go, make me feel some time. . .
G              C                G                    C
I can see how, before the dawn, we're on the inside. . .
G           C               G     C
Here's. . . where the story ends. . .

G             C            G                     C
People I see, weary of me, showing my good side. . .
G              C                G                     C
I can see how, before the dawn, we're on the outside. . .
G               C               G     C
Oh, here's. . . where the story ends. . .
G               C               G     C
Oh, here's. . . where the story ends. . .

          C                       C7
It's that little souvenir, of the terrible years,
      G                  G7             C
Which makes my eyes feel sore; Oh, I've never should've said
     C7                     G                G7
This shoe fits you well and all that I love. . .

          C                       C7
It's that little souvenir, of the terrible years
      G               G7            C
Which makes me wonder why; It's the memory of the fears
     C7               G                G7
That makes me forever cross, cross by, cross. . .

G     G     G    G  Am

G       D     C        G   G                      C
Crazy I know, places I go, make me feel so tired. . .
G              C                G            D        C
I can see how, people look down right on the outside. . .
    G           C               G     C
Oh, here's. . . where the story ends. . .
    G           C               G     C
Oh, here's. . . where the story ends. . .

          C                       C7
It's that little souvenir, of the terrible years
      G                  G7            C
Which makes my eyes feel sore; And who ever would have thought
C7                     G              G7
Looks that you brought are all that I love

         C                      C7
Oh, that devil and he's saying, go down in the shame
G                G7
I know where I belong;
        C                             C7
But the only thing I only ever really wanted to say
    G                     G7     G
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong. . .

          C                       C7
It's that little souvenir, of the beautiful years
      G                G7          C
Which makes me smile inside; so, I said I'm probably sad
C7
Where is the way
G                             G7        G   C   G   C
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise. . . oh. . .
G           C               G     C
Here's. . . where the story ends. . .
G               C               G
Oh, here's. . . where the story ends.

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