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