| The thrill is gone, 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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| I feel your touch and realize the thrill is gone
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| The nights are cold, for love is old
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| Love was grand when love was new
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| Birds were singing and skies were blue
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| Now it don't appeal to you, the thrill is gone
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| This is the end, so why pretend
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| And let it linger on?
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| The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
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| The nights are cold, for love is old
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| Love was grand when love was new
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| Birds were singing and skies were blue
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| Now it don't appeal to you, the thrill is gone
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| This is the end, so why pretend
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| And let it linger on?
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| The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
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| The thrill is gone |