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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, |
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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 boy, |
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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 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 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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he sang sa 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 l wasn't there |
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and he just keep on saying , |
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sining clear and strong |
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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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oh |
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la.oh |
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la |
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he was strumming my pain , |
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yeah,he was singing my life |
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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. |
