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