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