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