Thrill Is Gone Lyrics by Bernard Fanning
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Sure was a hell of a mistake I made
But I sure am glad that I made it
No way for a grown man to behave
More the act of a teen opportunist
I stand accused of losing my head

We sit so high on the city walls
Our tears wash clean the cobblestones
It's not so much that the thrill is gone
Just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along

I can sense trouble just around the bend
And it's all benn my kind of making
I can't carry on with all this pretence
When it's clear that my love has been fading
I stand accused of the things I said

We sit so high on the city walls
Our tears wash clean the cobblestones
It's not so much that the thrill is gone
Just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along
Sure was a hell of a mistake I made   But I sure am glad that I made it   No way for a grown man to behave   More the act of a teen opportunist   I stand accused of losing my head      We sit so high on the city walls   Our tears wash clean the cobblestones   It's not so much that the thrill is gone   Just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along      I can sense trouble just around the bend   And it's all benn my kind of making   I can't carry on with all this pretence   When it's clear that my love has been fading   I stand accused of the things I said      We sit so high on the city walls   Our tears wash clean the cobblestones   It's not so much that the thrill is gone   Just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along