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