Whiter Shade Of Pale

A WHITER SHADE OF PALE

Keith Reid and Gary Brooker (Procul Harum)

(C) 1967

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We skipped the light fandango <--- verse I

She said "There is no reason, <--- verse II

And turned cartwheels across the floor

And the truth is plain to see,"

I was feeling kind of seasick

But I wandered through my playing cards

But the crowd called out for more

And would not let her be

The room was humming harder

One of sixteen vestal virgins

As the ceiling flew a- way

Who were leaving for the coast

When we called out for a- nother drink

And although my eyes were o- pen

The waiter brought a tray

They might just as well have been closed

And so it was that later

As the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly

G7 C F C G7 C (second time)

Turned a whiter shade of pale

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