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