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