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