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