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