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