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Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song ... Killing me softly with his song, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, |
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And there he was this young boy, I heard he had a style. a stranger to my eyes. And so I came to see him to listen for a while. I heard he sang a good song, |
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Killing me softly with his song ... Killing me softly with his song, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Singing my life with his words, |
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but he just kept right on ... embarrassed by the crowd, and read each one out loud. I prayed that he would finish I felt all flushed with fever, I felt he found my letters |
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Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song ... Killing me softly with his song, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, |
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as if I wasn't there. singing clear and strong. in all my dark despair. He sang as if he knew me And then he looked right through me And he just kept on singing, |
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Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song ... Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, |
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Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Killing me ... |
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Killing me softly with his song ... Killing me softly with his song, He was strumming, yeah, he was singing my life. Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, |
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