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[ti:Killing Me Softly With His Song] |
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[ar:The Brothers Four] |
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[al:] |
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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 and listen for a while. |
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And there he was this young bwoy, stranger to my eyes, |
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Strumming dub plates with our fingers, |
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Eliminate sounds with our song, |
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Killing a sound boy with this sound, |
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Killing a sound boy with this sound, |
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Taking sound boys' lives with this dub, killing him softly with this sound. |
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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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He said as if he knew me |
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In all my god's spaer |
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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 the stranger |
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singing clear and strong |
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Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words, |
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Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, |
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Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song. |
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Strumming my pain ,oh he was singing my life |
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lalalalalalalalalala |
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with his song. |
