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Two shots of tequila and I finally make my wayThrough this dancing crowdI reach the phone booth in the back of this barTo find there ain't another quarter insideI know I promisedTo call you around midnightInstead I'm sharing a cigaretteWith this girl named CheyenneShe told me all about JoeAnd how she could really understand him being cruelTo her from time to timeLife has a strange wayOf healingCrossing the damned with the bleedingIt's just another sad storyIn a long line of stories, I forgetI told Cheyenne I really needed to goBut she begged me to stay for just a whileSo I sat down and I listenedTo her sad, sad storiesAnd passed another tequila with limeShe told me I would really like Joe'Cause he likes sports and he likes cars just like mineAnd I wonder how it would make her feelSongtexteIf she knew I was thinking of sex at that timeLife has a strange wayOf healingCrossing the damned with the bleedingShe won't hear me laughingIt's just another sad storyIn a long line of stories, I forgetIt's just another sad storyIn a long line of stories, I forgetAnd if she looked at meAnd asked if I was her friendI would just smile and raise my glassI hope that it would be enoughTo give her the feeling that I amLife has a strange wayOf healingCrossing the damned with the bleedingShe won't hear me laughingAm I too restless or am I too hardcore?I don't know if I want loveOr just a little moreIt's the feeling that I adoreThe feeling I adore Aus Songtexte Mania