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