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