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