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A Whiter Shade Of Pale

Legião Urbana

Tom: A
  A                    F#m   D
We skipped the light fandango
                             Bm    E7
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
      E             C#m     E7  A
I was feeling kinda seasick
                             F#m   D
but the crowd called out for more
                     Bm     E7
The room was humming harder
       E            C#m   E7  A
as the ceiling flew away
                               F#m   D
When we called out for another drink
                     Bm
the waiter brought a tray

E7  E  E7 A    E    F#m    D
And so it was  that later
                       Bm   E7
as the miller told his tale
         E        E7         C#m     E
that her face, at first just ghostly         
         A     D          A   E7
turned a whiter  shade of pale

    A                 F#m    D
She said, There is no reason
                          Bm   E7
and the truth is plain to see
      E                   C#m          E7  A
But I wandered through my playing cards
                      F#m   D
and would not let her be
                      Bm      E7
one of sixteen vestal virgins
         E               C#m   E7  A
who were leaving for the coast
                          F#m   D
and although my eyes were open
                                  Bm
they might have just as well been closed

E7  E  E7 A    E    F#m    D
And so it was  that later
                       Bm   E7
as the miller told his tale
         E        E7         C#m     E
that her face, at first just ghostly
         A     D          A   E7
turned a whiter  shade of pale

[Solo]  A  F#m  D  Bm  E  C#m  E  A  D  E

E7  E  E7 A    E    F#m    D
And so it was  that later
                       Bm   E7
as the miller told his tale
         E        E7         C#m     E
that her face, at first just ghostly
         A     D          A   E7
turned a whiter  shade of pale

[Solo]  A  F#m  D  Bm  E  C#m  E  A  D  E

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