Same dances in the same old shoes
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Some habits that you just can't lose
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There's no telling what a man might lose,
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After the thrill is gone
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The flame rises but it soon descends
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Empty pages and a frozen pen
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You're not quite lovers and you're not quite friends
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After the thrill is gone, oh,
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After the thrill is gone
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What can you do when your dreams come true
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And it's not quite like you planned?
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What have you done to be losing the one
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You held it so tight in your hand well
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Time passes and you must move on,
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Half the distance takes you twice as long
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So you keep on singing for the sake of the song
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After the thrill is gone
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After the thrill is gone
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You're afraid you might fall out of fashion
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And you're feeling cold and small
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Any kind of love without passion
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That ain't no kind of lovin' at all, well
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Same dances in the same old shoes
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You get too careful with the steps you choose
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you don't care about winning but you don't want to lose
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After the thrill is gone
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After the thrill is gone
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After the thrill is gone, oh
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After the thrill is gone
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After The Thrill Is Gone
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| The Eagles |
