Chords for The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends [ lyrics video ]
Tempo:
109.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
A
Em
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
[C]
[G] People I know, [C] places I [G] go, [C]
[G] you see how [C] people look [G] down,
they're on the fence on.
Here's [C] where the [G] story ends.
[C]
[G] People I see, [C] weary of [G] me, showing my good [C] side.
[G]
You see how [C] people look [G] down, I'm on the [C] outside.
[G] Here's [C] where [G] the story ends.
[C]
[G] [D] Here's [C] where [G] the story ends.
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year,
which makes my eyes feel sore.
Oh, I never should have [A] said, the books that you read [G] were all a lovely foe.
It's that [A] little souvenir of a terrible year, [G] which makes me wonder why.
And it's the memory that you [A] shed, that makes me turn [G] red, so far, so far, so far.
[C]
[G] People I see, [G] [C] places I [G] go, you see how [C] people look [G] down,
I'm on the outside.
[C]
[G] Here's [C] where the [G] story ends.
[C]
[G] [C] Here's where [G] the story ends.
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year, which makes my eyes feel sore.
And whoever would have [A] thought, the books that you brought [G] were all a lovely foe.
Oh, [A] they'd make me sad, go down to the shed, [G] find nowhere I belong.
But the only thing that you wanted to say was,
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year, which makes me smile inside.
So I cynically, cynically say, well, I'm a surprise.
[C]
[G] Here's [C] where the [G] story ends.
[C] [Em]
[G] [C] Here's where the [G] story ends.
[C] [Em]
[C]
[G] People I know, [C] places I [G] go, [C]
[G] you see how [C] people look [G] down,
they're on the fence on.
Here's [C] where the [G] story ends.
[C]
[G] People I see, [C] weary of [G] me, showing my good [C] side.
[G]
You see how [C] people look [G] down, I'm on the [C] outside.
[G] Here's [C] where [G] the story ends.
[C]
[G] [D] Here's [C] where [G] the story ends.
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year,
which makes my eyes feel sore.
Oh, I never should have [A] said, the books that you read [G] were all a lovely foe.
It's that [A] little souvenir of a terrible year, [G] which makes me wonder why.
And it's the memory that you [A] shed, that makes me turn [G] red, so far, so far, so far.
[C]
[G] People I see, [G] [C] places I [G] go, you see how [C] people look [G] down,
I'm on the outside.
[C]
[G] Here's [C] where the [G] story ends.
[C]
[G] [C] Here's where [G] the story ends.
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year, which makes my eyes feel sore.
And whoever would have [A] thought, the books that you brought [G] were all a lovely foe.
Oh, [A] they'd make me sad, go down to the shed, [G] find nowhere I belong.
But the only thing that you wanted to say was,
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year, which makes me smile inside.
So I cynically, cynically say, well, I'm a surprise.
[C]
[G] Here's [C] where the [G] story ends.
[C] [Em]
[G] [C] Here's where the [G] story ends.
[C] [Em]
Key:
G
C
A
Em
D
G
C
A
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ People I know, [C] places I [G] go, _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ you see how [C] people look [G] down,
they're on the fence on. _ _
_ _ _ Here's [C] where the [G] story ends.
_ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ People I see, [C] weary of [G] me, showing my good _ [C] side.
[G] _
_ You see how [C] people look [G] down, I'm on the [C] outside. _ _
[G] _ _ _ Here's [C] where [G] the story ends.
_ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] Here's [C] where [G] the story ends. _ _ _ _ _
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year,
which makes my eyes feel sore.
Oh, I never should have [A] said, the books that you read [G] were all a lovely foe.
It's that [A] little souvenir _ of a terrible year, [G] which makes me wonder _ why.
And it's the memory that you [A] shed, that makes me turn [G] red, so far, so far, so far. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] People I see, _ [G] _ [C] places I [G] go, you _ _ _ _ _ see _ _ how [C] people look [G] down,
I'm on the outside.
[C] _ _ _
[G] _ Here's _ [C] where the [G] story ends.
_ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] Here's where [G] the story ends. _ _ _ _
It's that little souvenir _ of a terrible year, which makes my eyes feel sore.
And whoever would have [A] thought, the books that you brought [G] were all a lovely _ foe.
Oh, [A] they'd make me sad, go down to the shed, [G] find nowhere I belong. _
But the only thing that you wanted to say was, _ _ _ _ _ _
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year, which makes me smile inside.
So I cynically, cynically say, well, _ I'm a surprise. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ Here's _ [C] where the [G] story ends.
_ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ Here's where the [G] story ends.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ People I know, [C] places I [G] go, _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ you see how [C] people look [G] down,
they're on the fence on. _ _
_ _ _ Here's [C] where the [G] story ends.
_ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ People I see, [C] weary of [G] me, showing my good _ [C] side.
[G] _
_ You see how [C] people look [G] down, I'm on the [C] outside. _ _
[G] _ _ _ Here's [C] where [G] the story ends.
_ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] Here's [C] where [G] the story ends. _ _ _ _ _
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year,
which makes my eyes feel sore.
Oh, I never should have [A] said, the books that you read [G] were all a lovely foe.
It's that [A] little souvenir _ of a terrible year, [G] which makes me wonder _ why.
And it's the memory that you [A] shed, that makes me turn [G] red, so far, so far, so far. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] People I see, _ [G] _ [C] places I [G] go, you _ _ _ _ _ see _ _ how [C] people look [G] down,
I'm on the outside.
[C] _ _ _
[G] _ Here's _ [C] where the [G] story ends.
_ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] Here's where [G] the story ends. _ _ _ _
It's that little souvenir _ of a terrible year, which makes my eyes feel sore.
And whoever would have [A] thought, the books that you brought [G] were all a lovely _ foe.
Oh, [A] they'd make me sad, go down to the shed, [G] find nowhere I belong. _
But the only thing that you wanted to say was, _ _ _ _ _ _
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year, which makes me smile inside.
So I cynically, cynically say, well, _ I'm a surprise. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ Here's _ [C] where the [G] story ends.
_ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ Here's where the [G] story ends.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _
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