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- A WHITER SHADE OF PALE
- Procol Harum
- We skipped the light fan-dan-go
- And turned cart-wheels cross the flo-or
- I was feel-ing kind of sea sick
- But the crowd call-ed out for more
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- The room was humm-ing hard-er
- As the ceil-ing flew a-way-.
- When we called out for a-no-ther drink
- The wai-ter brought a tray-.
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- And so it was-. that la-.-ter
- As the mil-ler told his ta-le
- That her face at first just ghost-ly
- Turned a whi-te-.-r shade of pa-.-le
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- She said "There is no rea-son,
- And the truth is plain to see-."
- But I wand-ered through my playing cards
- And-. would not-. let her be
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- One of six-teen vestal vir-gins
- Who were lea-ving for the co-ast
- And al-though my eyes were o-.-pen
- They_might just have well been clos-ed
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- And so it was-. that la-.-ter
- As the mil-ler told his ta-le
- That her face at first just ghost-ly
- Turned a whi-te-.-r shade of pa-.-le
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- Système MIDI KTV
- (c) ST/THM/EJ - 1992
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