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