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The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone I can see it in your eyes I can hear it in your sighs Feel your touch and realize The thrill is gone. The nights are cold, For love is old, Love was grand when love was new, Birds were singin', skies were blue, Now it don't appeal to you.. The thrill is gone. This is the end, So why pretend And let it linger on? The thrill is gone. This is the end, So why pretend And let it linger on? The thrill is gone. |
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I've got a brain that's black and blue
a waking state that feels like slumber can't find guitars that scream like you a raw desire that pulls me under This is too rich for my blood Inside the cold of small success the chilling glare of younger failure a stranger turns away the rest and finds in me a well-worn savior This is too rich for my blood A heart that's torn, a sun still shines a broken man finds strength to labor a memory that's past it's prime will burn my frozen nights forever This is too rich for my blood |
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