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