[00:19.48]I heard he sang a good song
[00:23.51]I heard he had a style
[00:27.50]And so I came to see him
[00:32.79]To listen for a while.
[00:36.14]And there he was this young boy
[00:42.42]A stranger to my eyes.
[00:46.39]Strumming my pain with his fingers
[00:50.63]Singing my life with his words
[00:55.35]Killing me softly with his song
[00:59.67]Killing me softly with his song
[01:04.33]Telling my whole life with his words
[01:08.93]Killing me softly, with his song.
[01:15.44]I felt all flushed with fever
[01:23.68]Embarrassed by the crowd,
[01:27.60]I felt he found my letters
[01:32.98]And read each one out loud.
[01:35.87]I prayed that he would finish
[01:42.08]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.
[02:10.10]He sang as if he knew me
[02:18.31]In all my dark despair
[02:22.10]And then he looked right through me
[02:27.02]As if I wasn't there.
[02:29.64]But he was there a stranger
[02:36.08]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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