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