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