We skipped the light fandango
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And turned cartwheels across the floor
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Yeah, I was feeling kind of seasick
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But the crowd called out for more, yeah, oh yeah
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And the room was humming harder
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And as the ceiling flew away
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We called out for another drink, oh yeah
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The waiter brought the tray
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And so it was that later, yeah
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As the mirror 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, oh, oh yeah
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One of sixteen vestal virgins
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Who were leaving for the coast
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And oh, and my eyes were open
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They might as well just have been closed
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And so it was that later, oh
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As the mirror told his tale
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That her face at first just ghostly
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Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah
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Oh, and so it was, yeah, oh later
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The mirror told his tale
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Yeah her face was kinda ghostly
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Whiter Shade Of Pale
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| Zakk Wylde & Black Label Society |
