Where The Story Ends taby ukulele według The Sundays (Chwyty barytonu)

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people I know, places I go  
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make me feel tongue-tied  
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I can see how people look down  
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they're on the inside  
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here's        where the story
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ends

people I see, weary of me

showing my good side

I can see how people look down

I'm on the outside

Gmaj7 Cmaj7/11               
here's        where the story
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ends
Gmaj7 Cmaj7/11               
here's        where the story
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ends
         
it's that
C
little souveneir of a terrible
year
      G  
which makes my eyes go sore  
   
and
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whoever would have thought the
books that you brought
     G  
were all I loved you for  
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places I know, places I go
make me feel so tired
and I can see how people look
down
they're on the inside
  
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,
well is that why
surprise, surprise, surprise,
surprise, surprise
  
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends