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