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