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