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(Susanna Hoffs / Andrew Brassell) I don't regret any of the days I can make go away But I can't forget all the times and places And the array of faces Ooh it hurts If I never leave this place Ooh it hurts What am I supposed to do? If I collect all my little things And leave all the sorrow That's ringing in my ears Could I crawl out from below? Keeps running through my head Pulsing like a drum I can't believe that all my dreams have gone Ooh it hurts If I never leave this place Ooh and it hurts What am I supposed to do? It's a curse Will I ever leave this place? It's still ringing in my ears Ooh it hurts From Letras Mania