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Strumming my pain with his fingers |
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Singing my life with his words |
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Killing me softly with his song |
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Killing me softly with his song |
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Telling my whole life with his words |
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Killing me softly with his song ... |
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I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style. |
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And so I came to see him to listen for a while. |
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And there he was this young boy a stranger to my eyes. |
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Strumming my pain with his fingers |
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Singing my life with his words |
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| [01:42.25] |
Killing me softly with his song |
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Killing me softly with his song |
| [01:50.55] |
Telling my whole life with his words |
| [01:55.17] |
Killing me softly with his song ... |
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I felt all flushed with fever embarrassed by the crowd |
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I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. |
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I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ... |
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Strumming my pain with his fingers |
| [02:34.11] |
Singing my life with his words |
| [02:37.60] |
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| [02:39.10] |
Killing me softly with his song |
| [02:42.66] |
Killing me softly with his song |
| [02:46.71] |
Telling my whole life with his words |
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Killing me softly with his song ... |
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He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair. |
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And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there. |
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But he just came to singing singing clear and strong. |
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Strumming my pain with his fingers |
| [03:31.02] |
Singing my life with his words |
| [03:36.57] |
Killing me softly with his song |
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Killing me softly with his song |
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Telling my whole life with his words |
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Killing me softly with his song ... |
