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