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