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