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