One thousand stories, one thousand years
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Each song it goes from hand to hand
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They tell of kings, they sing of war
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And the news of far off distant lands
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They sing of how the blues came to be
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Their own king sold them into slavery
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The sad chords melt
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Where the sadness came to be
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When their own king sold them
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Into slavery
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One thousand stories, one thousand years
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The truth of guilt and shame
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But a king who sold his people out
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To a world of whips and chains
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The sound of pain the smell of fear
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A treason born in hell
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The king who sold his people out
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It's a song they know so well
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Cross the music, as you cross the sea
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Cross your loved ones broken bones
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Cos forever never to be free
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Oh the king who sold his own a¢æ|
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Oh the king who sold his own a¢æ|
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The King Who Sold His Own
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Chris Rea |