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