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