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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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And so I came to see him a stranger to my eyes. And there he was this young boy, to listen for a while. I heard he had a style. I heard he sang a good song, |
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Killing me softly with his song ... 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, Singing my life with his words, |
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but he just kept right on ... I felt all flushed with fever, I prayed that he would finish embarrassed by the crowd, 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, 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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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. And he just kept on singing, |
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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, Singing my life with his words, Strumming my pain with his fingers, |
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Strumming my pain with his fingers, Killing me ... 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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He was strumming, yeah, he was singing my life. 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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