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