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• Artiste: Rosemary's Sons
• Titre: Cheyenne
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Two shots of tequila and I finally make my way Through this dancing crowd I reach the phone booth in the back of this bar To find there ain't another quarter inside I know I promised To call you around midnight Instead I'm sharing a cigarette With this girl named Cheyenne She told me all about Joe And how she could really understand him being cruel To her from time to time Life has a strange way Of healing Crossing the damned with the bleeding It's just another sad story In a long line of stories, I forget I told Cheyenne I really needed to go But she begged me to stay for just a while So I sat down and I listened To her sad, sad stories And passed another tequila with lime She told me I would really like Joe 'Cause he likes sports and he likes cars just like mine And I wonder how it would make her feel If she knew I was thinking of sex at that time Life has a strange way Of healing Crossing the damned with the bleeding She won't hear me laughing It's just another sad story In a long line of stories, I forget It's just another sad story In a long line of stories, I forget And if she looked at me And asked if I was her friend I would just smile and raise my glass I hope that it would be enough To give her the feeling that I am Life has a strange way Of healing Crossing the damned with the bleeding She won't hear me laughing Am I too restless or am I too hardcore? I don't know if I want love Or just a little more It's the feeling that I adore The feeling I adore