After the thrill is gone
(Henley/Frey)
Same dances in the same old shoes,
some habits that you just can't lose.
There is no telling what a man might use
after the thrill is gone.
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, boy, after the thrill is gone.
What can you do when your dreams come true
and it's not quite like you planned? Oh,
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 a song
after the thrill is gone.
You're afraid you might fall out of fashion
and you're feeling cold and small, oh,
any kind of love without passion,
ah, it ain't no kind of loving at all.
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 wanna lose
after the thrill is gone, after the thrill is gone,
after the thrill is gone, after the thrill is gone.
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