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