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The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends "The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends" is a memorable song by the British

The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends

"The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends" is a memorable song by the British alternative rock band, The Sundays. Released in 1990 as part of their debut album, "Reading, Writing and Arithmetic," this song captured the hearts of many with its dreamy and introspective melodies. The band members, Harriet Wheeler on vocals, David Gavurin on guitar, Paul Brindley on bass, and Patrick Hannan on drums, collectively created a unique sound that became their trademark.

Here's Where The Story Ends combines Wheeler's enchanting vocals with Gavurin's jangly guitar riffs, creating a wistful and catchy tune that resonates with listeners. The introspective lyrics, coupled with Wheeler's effortless delivery, explore themes of longing, nostalgia, and personal growth.

If you want to immerse yourself in the enchanting sounds of The Sundays, you can play and download their captivating melodies here. Get ready to be transported back to the early '90s and experience the magic of Here's Where The Story Ends.

And it's the memories of the shed, that make me turn red
Here's where the story ends
Here's, where the story ends
Here's, where the story ends
Here's, where the story ends
I can see how people look down
I can see how, people look down
I can see how, people look down
I'm on the outside
It's that little souvenir, of a colorful year
It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year
It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year
Make me feel tongue tied
Oh I never should have said, the books that you read
Oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
Ooh here's, where the story ends
Ooh here's, where the story ends
Showing my good side
So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
They're on the inside
Were all I loved you for
Were all I loved you for
Which makes my eyes feel sore