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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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A stranger to my eyes
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** Repeat
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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 loud
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I prayed that he would finish
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But he just kept right on
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Wo~ La~ Ah~
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** Repeat Twice
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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
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Killing Me Softly
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