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
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whiter shade of pale
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