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