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