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