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