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