songstrumming my pan with his figures
singing my life with his words
killing me softly with his song
killing softly with his song
telling my whole life with his words
killing softly with his song

I heard he sang a good
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 eye
strumming my pan with his figures
singing my life with his words
killing me softly with his song
killing softly with his song
telling my whole life with his words
killing softly with his song
I felt flushed with fever
embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letter and read each word out loud
I prayed he would finished
but he just kept right on
songstrumming my pan with his figures
singing my life with his words
killing me softly with his song
killing softly with his song
telling my whole life with his words
killing softly with his song

he sang as if he knew me
and 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
songstrumming my pan with his figures
singing my life with his words
killing me softly with his song
killing softly with his song
telling my whole life with his words
killing softly with his song
oh oh oh
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