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