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