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Strumming my pain with hie 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 wiht words |
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Killing me softly with his song |
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I head he song a good song |
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I head 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 hie 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 wiht 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 louf |
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I prayde that he would finish |
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But he just kept right on |
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Strumming my pain with hie 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 wiht words |
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Killing me softly with his song |