I'm too tired to deceive you We can't pretend there's nothing wrong Who'll be 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 fall 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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