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