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