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          Here’s Where the Story Ends – The Sundays
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Written by: David Gavurin/Harriet Wheeler
From: "Reading, Writing and Arithmetic" (1990)

Tabbed by: maguri
Tuning: Standard

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CHORDS
          E-A-
Gmaj7     3-x-
Gmaj7/C   x-3-

D-G-B-e
0-0-0-2
x-0-0-2

Cmaj7     x-3-

x-0-0-3

G6/D      x-x-
Cadd9     x-3-
Cadd9/E   x-x-

0-0-3-0
x-0-3-0
2-0-3-0

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
         
People I know,

 
 places I go
         
Make me feel t

            
ongue tied
         
I can see how,

 
 people look d

own
         
They're on the

          
 inside

[Chorus]
  
Here's where t

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he story ends

[Verse 2]
         
People I see, 


weary of me
         
Showing my goo

        
d side
         
I can see how,

 
 people look d

own
         
I'm on the out

       
side

[Chorus]
  
Here's where t

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he story ends
      
Ooh here's whe

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re the story e

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nds

[Middle 8]
          
N’it's that li

             
ttle souvenir,

    
 of a terrible

 year
         
Which makes my

           
 eyes feel sor


e
         
Oh I never sho

              
uld have said,

     
 the books tha

t you read
         
Were all I lov

       
ed you for

          
It's that litt

             
le souvenir, o

    
f a terrible y

ear
         
Which makes me

        
 wonder why
             
And it's the m

          
emories of the

            
 shed, that ma


ke me turn red
         
Surprise, surp

         
rise, surprise

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
         
Crazy I know, 


places I go
         
Make me feel s

         
o tired
         
I can see how 


people look do

wn
         
I'm on the out

      
side

[Chorus]
  
Here's where t

       |  |  |
he story ends
      
Ooh here's whe

       | 
re the story e

 |  |
nds

[Middle 8]
          
It's that litt

             
le souvenir, o

    
f a terrible y

ear
         
Which makes my

           
 eyes feel sor


e
         
And who ever w

              
ould've though

       
t, the books t

hat you brough

t
         
Were all I lov

       
ed you for

         
Oh the devil i

              
n me said, go 


down to the sh

ed
         
I know where I

   
 belong
         
But the only t

              
hing I ever re

     
ally wanted to

 say
         
Was wrong, was

            
 wrong, was wr


ong

          
It's that litt

             
le souvenir, o

    
f a colorful y

ear
         
Which makes me

         
 smile inside
         
So I cynically

              
, cynically sa

       
y, the world i

s that way
         
Surprise, surp

         
rise, surprise

, surprise, su

rprise

[Interlude]
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[Coda]
     
Here's, where 

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the story ends
        
Ooh here's, wh

          |
ere the story 

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ends