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