Text: Eagles. One Of These Nights. After the Thrill is Gone.

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GLENN:
Same dances in the same old shoes,
Some habits that you just can't lose.
There's no tellin' what a man might use,
After the thrill is gone.

The flame rises but it soon descends,
Empty pages and a frozen pen.

BOTH:
You're not quite lovers and you're not quite friends,
After the thrill is gone, oh, after the thrill is gone.

DON:
What can you do when your dreams come true,
And it's not quite like you planed?
Oh, what have you done to be losin' the one?
You held it so tight in your hand.

GLENN:
Time passes and you must move on,
Half the distance takes you twice as long.

BOTH:
So you keep on singin' for the sake of the song,
After the thrill is gone.

(Guitar Solo)

DON:
You're afraid you might fall out of fashion,
And you're feelin' cold and small.
Oh, any kind of love without passion-
Well, that ain't no kind of lovin' at all.

BOTH:
Same dances in the same old shoes,
You get too careful with the steps you chose.
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, oh, after the thrill is gone.