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