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