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