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