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