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