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