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When a griot sings his perfect song |
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I found the place where |
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I belong What the griot sings |
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I recognise |
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That soulful tune that made me cry |
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The story born inside his song |
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I finally found |
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Where the blues came from |
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His music came from a distant land |
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It moved and changed |
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With the desert sand |
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Upon the shores of hell his music froze |
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And came to be what we all now know |
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Where the blues come from |
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A wise old man he told me this |
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Where the pain you feel |
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And the music kiss |
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Melted down into a devil's brew |
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The sadness came and she turned it blue |
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When you're lonely |
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You will know this song |
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When it hurts so deep |
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And stays so long |
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Though its dark you know |
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Where you belong |
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Then you will know |
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Where the blues come from |
