<< Killing Me Softly With His Song >>
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--- Roberta Flack
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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, I heard he had a style.
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And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
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And there he was this young boy, a 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, 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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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 as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
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And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
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But he just came to singing, singing 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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He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
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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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With his song ...
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KILLING ME SOFTLY
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| Various Artists |
