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We skipped the light fandango* |
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And turned cartwheels 'cross the floor |
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I was feeling kind of sea sick, |
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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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That 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 just as well have 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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And so it was that later |
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As the Miller... |
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[Fade Out:] |
