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