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