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(C)We (C/B)skipped
the light fan (Amin)dango(Amin/G),
(F)turned (F*)cartwheels
cross the (Dmin)floor
(G)I was (G/F#)feelin'
kinda (Emin)seasick (G7),
(C)but the (C/B)crowd
called out for (Amin)more
(F)The (F*)room
was humming (Dmin)harder (G),
(Emin)as the ceiling flew a (G7)way
(C)When we (C/B)called
out for a (Amin)nother drink (Amin/G),
(F)the waiter brought a (Dmin)tray
And so it
(C)wa-a-(C/B)as
that (Amin)later (Amin/G),
(F)as the (F*)miller
told his (Dmin)tale
(G)That her (G/F#)face
at first just (Emin)ghostly (G7),
(C)turned a whiter (F)shade
of (C)pale (G7)
She said
there is no reason, and the truth is plain to see
As I wandered thru my playing cards, and would not let her be
One of sixteen Vestal Virgins, who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were opened, they might just as well be closed
And so it
wa-a-as that later, as the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale.
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