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