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Now that we've met We can only laugh at these regrets Common as a winter cold They're telephone poles They follow each other One, after another, after another But now my heart is green as weeds Grown to outlive their season And nothing comforts me the same As my brave friend who says, "I don't care if forever never comes 'Cause I'm holding out for that teenage feeling I'm holding out for that teenage feeling" All the loves we had All we ever knew Did they fill me with so many secrets That keep me from loving you 'Cause it's hard, hard From Letras Mania