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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, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Killing me softly with his song, |
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And so I came to see him to listen for a while. And there he was this young boy, I heard he sang a good song, a stranger to my eyes. I heard he had a style. |
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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, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Killing me softly with his song ... |
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and read each one out loud. I felt he found my letters I felt all flushed with fever, but he just kept right on ... I prayed that he would finish embarrassed by the crowd, |
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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, Killing me softly with his song, Singing my life with his words, |
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And he just kept on singing, 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. |
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Strumming my pain with his fingers, 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, |
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Killing me softly with his song, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me ... Strumming my pain with his fingers, |
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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 ... He was strumming, yeah, he was singing my life. |
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