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