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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. |
