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