A Whiter Shade Of Pale Cifras

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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 kinda 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, "I'm home on a shore leave,"
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   Though in truth waved at sea
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   So I took her by the looking glass
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   Would not let her berathe, 
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   Saying, "You must be the mermaid
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   That took Neptune for a ride."
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   She smiled at me so sadly
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   That my anger straightway died.
 
 
   G         C        Am Em
   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, 
            C     F         C       G7
   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 would not let her be 
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   One of 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 have just as well been closed. 
 
 
   G         C        Am Em
   And so it was that later 
F                         Dm    Dm F
   As the miller told his tale 
G                               Em       G7
   That her face, at first just ghostly, 
            C     F         C       G7
   Turned a whiter shade of pale.
 
 
C                  Am            Em
   If music be the food of love
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   Then laughter is it's queen
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   And likewise if behind is in front
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   Then dirt in truth is clean
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   My mouth by then like cardboard
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   Seemed to slip straight through my head
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   So we crash dived straightway quickly
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   And attacked the ocean bed.
 
 
   G         C        Am Em
   And so it was that later 
F                         Dm    Dm F
   As the miller told his tale 
G                               Em       G7
   That her face, at first just ghostly, 
            C     F         C       G7
   Turned a whiter shade of pale.
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