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A Whiter Shade Of Pale 
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de Procol Harum
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We skipped a fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
(But the) crowd called out for more
The room was harder
As the ceiling away
When we out for drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, I'm home on shore leave
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And not let her be
Saying, you be the mermaid
Who took neptune for a ride
But she smiled at me so sadly
my anger straightway died
And so it was that later
As the told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason
And the is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who leaving for the coast
At the my eyes open
They might just as well have been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a shade of pale
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
her face at just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
(But the) crowd called out for more
The room was harder
As the ceiling away
When we out for drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, I'm home on shore leave
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And not let her be
Saying, you be the mermaid
Who took neptune for a ride
But she smiled at me so sadly
my anger straightway died
And so it was that later
As the told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason
And the is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who leaving for the coast
At the my eyes open
They might just as well have been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a shade of pale
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
her face at just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
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