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