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I'm too tired to deceive youwe can't pretend there's nothing wrongwho'll be first to say it?that the thrill is goneand we never get it backwhen we talk of old aquaintance andspeak like two strangers all day longthe only four words that I hearare: the thrill is goneand we never get it backwhen evening fall Magentaand goodnight hangs on and on
I won't need to go to sleep and dreamto tell methat the thrill is goneand we never get it back
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