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