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I heard he sang a good song |
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I heard he had a style |
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And so I came to see him |
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To listen for a while. |
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And there he was this young boy |
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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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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 felt all flushed with fever |
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Embarrassed by the crowd, |
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I felt he found my letters |
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And read each one out loud. |
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I prayed that he would finish |
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But he just kept right on. |
| [01:46.35] |
Strumming my pain with his fingers |
| [01:50.21] |
Singing my life with his words |
| [01:54.38] |
Killing me softly with his song |
| [01:58.91] |
Killing me softly with his song |
| [02:03.45] |
Telling my whole life with his words |
| [02:07.95] |
Killing me softly. |
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He sang as if he knew me |
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In all my dark despair |
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And then he looked right through me |
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As if I wasn't there. |
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But he was there a stranger |
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Singing clear and loud |
| [02:40.24] |
Strumming my pain with his fingers |
| [02:43.68] |
Singing my life with his words |
| [02:47.92] |
Killing me softly with his song |
| [02:52.35] |
Killing me softly with his song |
| [02:56.88] |
Telling my whole life with his words |
| [03:01.28] |
Killing me softly, with his song. |
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