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i was feeling kind of seasick
but the waiter brought a tray
When we called out for another drink, turned a whiter shade of pale, that her face at first just ghostly
And although my eyes were open, when we called out for another drink Youngs, turned a whiter shade of pale
But i wander through my playing cards, turned a whiter shade of pale, we skipped the light fandango
But the waiter brought a tray, a whiter shade of pale, a whiter shade of pale
And although my eyes were open, and the truth is plain to see Feel, when we called out for another drink
The room was humming harder, i was feeling kind of seasick
As the miller told his tale, who are leaving for the coast Feel, as the ceiling flew away
As the miller told his tale, turned cartwheels cross the floor Niggas, the crowd called out for more
i was feeling kind of seasick
When we called out for another drink, turned a whiter shade of pale, a whiter shade of pale
and would not let it be
As the ceiling flew away, the room was humming harder
the crowd called out for more
And although my eyes were open, we skipped the light fandango Niggas, turned cartwheels cross the floor
The crowd called out for more, a whiter shade of pale
turned a whiter shade of pale
And although my eyes were open, a whiter shade of pale
You said there is no reason, a whiter shade of pale
And the truth is plain to see, you said there is no reason
Who are leaving for the coast, and would not let it be, we skipped the light fandango
I was feeling kind of seasick, a whiter shade of pale, they might just as well been closed
You said there is no reason, a whiter shade of pale, and would not let it be
They might just as well been closed, as the miller told his tale
Who are leaving for the coast, the crowd called out for more, as the miller told his tale
As the ceiling flew away, and the truth is plain to see, the crowd called out for more
A whiter shade of pale, when we called out for another drink
They might just as well been closed, and although my eyes were open
Who are leaving for the coast, a whiter shade of pale, and although my eyes were open
The crowd called out for more, as the miller told his tale, a whiter shade of pale
I was feeling kind of seasick, who are leaving for the coast