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