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