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Her face, at first…just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale.
Keith Reid Procol Harum -
We were always skating on thin ice, Shaking the wrong dice, Swimming against the tide, Playing on the wrong side, Yes you were the player, and you were so cool, I was the greenhorn, King of the fools, Painting the picture, to fit with the frame, Chan.
Keith Reid Procol Harum