Whiter shade of pale 2 variant — Procol Harum

We skipped the light fandango and turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind of sea sick but the crowd called out for more the room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink the waiter brought a tray

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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 there is no reason and the truth is plain to see but I wandered through my playing cards would not let her be one of sixteen vessel virgins who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just as well've been closed

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