Procool Harum / Keith Reid / Gary Brooker |
A whiter shade of pale |
And turned cartwheels cross the floor. I believed kind of seasick But the choir proclaimed for more. The basses hummed strongly And the condition ran away As it for another Song proclaimed The basses ran away And like that it was later As the condition their history explained That their face with first straight Rosie Turned a whiter colour of slats. She did not say ' is a reason there, And the truth is to be seen normal, ' That you your music did not learn And there is no apology One of sixteen small sopranos Who left for the coast And although our ears were opened They could have well-being straight straight closed. And like that it was later As the condition their history explained That their face with first straight Rosie Turned a whiter colour of slats. |
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