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