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