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