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[ti:A Whiter Shade of Pale ] |
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[ar:sarah brightman] |
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We skipped the light Fandango |
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Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor |
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I was feeling kind of seasick |
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But the crowd called out for more |
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The room was humming harder |
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As the ceiling flew away |
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When we called out for another drink |
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The waiter brought a tray |
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And so it was that later |
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As the Miller told his tale |
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That her face, at first just ghostly |
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Turned a whiter shade of pale |
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She said there is no reason |
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And the truth is plain to see |
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But I wandered through my playing cards |
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And I would not let her be |
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One of the sixteen vestal virgins |
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Who were leaving for the coast |
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And although my eyes were open |
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They might just as well've been closed |
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And so it was that later |
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As the Miller told his tale |
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That her face, at first just ghostly |
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Turned a whiter shade of pale |