| The thrill is gone
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| The thrill is gone
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| I can see it in your eyes
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| I can hear it in your sighs
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| Feel your touch and realize
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| The thrill is gone.
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| The nighst are cold,
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| For love is old,
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| Love was grand when love was new,
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| Birds were singin', skies were blue,
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| Now it don’t appeal to you.
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| The thrill is gone.
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| This is the end,
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| So why pretend
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| And let it linger on?
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| The thrill is gone.
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| The nighst are cold,
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| For love is old,
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| Love was grand when love was new,
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| Birds were singin', skies were blue,
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| Now it don’t appeal to you.
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| The thrill is gone.
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| This is the end,
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| So why pretend
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| And let it linger on?
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| The thrill is gone.
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| The thrill is gone.
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| The thrill is gone.
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| The thrill is gone. |