Artist: Sarah Brightman
Album: La Luna
Title: A Whiter Shade of Pale
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And turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
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As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
[01:45.50
And the truth is plain to see＂
But I wandered through 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 open
They might just as well have been closed
[02:34.50
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale