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