A Whiter Shade of Pale
Keith Reid, Matthew Fisher & Gary Brooker / Procol Harum: Procol Harum (1967)
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| We skipped the light, fan | dango, | And turned cartwheels 'cross the | floor. |
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| I was feeling kind of | seasick, | And the crowd called out for | more. |
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| The room was humming | harder, | As the ceiling flew a | way; |
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| When we called out for an | other | drink | The waiter brought a | tray: |
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| And so it | was | that | later | As the miller told his | tale, |
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| That her face, at first just | ghostly, | Turned a | whiter | shade of | pale. |
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| She said "There is no | reason, | And the truth is plain to | see," |
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| But I wandered through my | playing | cards, | And would not let her | be! |
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| One of sixteen vestal | virgins, | Who were leaving for the | coast |
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| And although my eyes were | o - | pen | They might just as well have been | closed |
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| And so it | was | that | later | As the miller told his | tale, |
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| That her face, at first just | ghostly, | Turned a | whiter | shade of | pale. |
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| And so it was... |