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