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