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