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