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