Same dances in the same old shoes Some habits that you just can't lose There's no telling what a man might lose, 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, 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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