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