I'm too tired to deceive you

We can't pretend there's nothing wrong

Who'll be the first to say it?

That the thrill is gone

And we never get it back...



When we talk of old aquaintance and

Speak like two strangers all day long

The only four words that i hear

Are "the thrill is gone"

And we never get it back...



When evening falls magenta

And goodnight hangs on and on

I won't need to go to sleep and dream to tell me

That the thrill is gone

And we never get it back...


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