I'm too tired to deceive you
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we can't pretend there's nothing wrong
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Who'll be the first to say it?
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that the thrill is gone
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And we never get it back...
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When we talk of old aquaintance and
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speak like two strangers all day long
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The only four words that I hear
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are "the thrill is gone"
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And we never get it back...
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When evening falls magenta
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and goodnight hangs on and on
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I won't need to go to sleep and dream to tell me
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that the thrill is gone
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And we never get it back...
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The thrill is gone
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| The Waterboys |
