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