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