Nhạc sĩ: Keith Reid, Gary Brooker
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We skip the life and then go
Turned courtiers across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
I tried to call out for more
The rumors were coming hotter
As the ceiling flew away
Well, we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a drink
And so it was that later
As the Miller told his team
That a phase at first just goes late
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wanted to, my playing cards
I would not let her be
While our sixteen western virgins
Who believe in all the code
And although my eyes were open wide
They might as well be closed
And so it was that later
As the Miller told his team
That a phase at first just goes late
Turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was that later
As the Miller told his team
That a phase at first just goes late
Turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was that later