Peo-ple I know pla-ces I go make me feel tongue tied I can see how peo-ple look down they're on the in- side Here's where the sto-ry ends Peo-ple I see wea-ry of me show-ing my good side I can see how peo-ple look down I'm on the out- side Here's where the sto-ry ends Ooh here's where the sto-ry ends It's that lit-tle sou-ven-ir of a terr-i-ble year which makes my eyes feel sore Oh I nev-er should have said the books that you read were all I loved you for It's that lit-tle sou-ven-ir of a terr-i-ble year which makes me won-der why And it's the memo-ries of the shed that make me turn red sur-prise sur-prise sur-prise Cra-zy I know pla-ces I go make me feel so tired I can see how peo-ple look down I'm on the out- side Here's where the sto-ry ends Ooh here's where the sto-ry ends It's that lit-tle sou-ven-ir of a terr-i-ble year which makes my eys grow sore And who-e-ver would have thought the books that you brought were all I loved you for Oh the de-vil in me said go down to the shed I know where I be-long But the on-ly thin I e-ver real-ly wan-ted to say was wrong was wrong was wrong It's that lit-tle sou-ven-ir of a terr-i-ble year which makes me smile in-side So I cyn-i-call-y cyn-i-call-y say world is that way sur-prise sur-prise sur-prise sur-prise sur-prise Here's where the sto-ry ends Ooh he-re's where the sto-ry ends