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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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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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but the waiter brought a tray
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and so it was later
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as the miller told his hale
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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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you said there is no reason
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and the truth is plain to see
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but I wander through my playing cards
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and would not let it be
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I'm one of the sixteen virgins
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who are leaving for the coast
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and although my eyes were open
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they might just as well been closed
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and so it was 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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a whiter shade of pale
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turned a whiter shade of pale
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a whiter shade of pale
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A Whiter Shade of Pale
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| David Lanz |
