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