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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killng 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 listen for a while
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and there he was this young boy a stranger
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to my eyes 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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killng me softly with his song
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I felt all flushed with fever in there is yital crowd
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I felt he found my letters
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and read each one out loud afraid that
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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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killng me softly with his song
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he sand as if he knew me in all my dark despair and
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then he looked right through me
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as if I wasn't there and he just kept on singing
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singing clear and strong
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Killing Me Softly With His Song
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| 박미경 |
