Frank Sinatra- Killing Me Softly
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I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style.
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And so I came to see her and listen for a while.
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And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes.
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Strumming my pain with her fingers,
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singing my life with her words,
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killing me softly with her song,
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killing me softly with her song,
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telling my whole life with her words,
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killing me softly with her song
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I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
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I felt she found my letters and read each one out loud.
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I prayed that she would finish but she just kept right on.
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Strumming my pain with her fingers,
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singing my life with her words,
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killing me softly with her song,
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killing me softly with her song,
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telling my whole life with her words,
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killing me softly with her song
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She sang as if she knew me in all my dark despair
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and then she looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
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But she WAS THERE THE STRANGER, singing clear and strong.
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Strumming my pain with her fingers,
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singing my life with her words,
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killing me softly with her song,
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killing me softly with her song,
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telling my whole life with her words,
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killing me softly with her song
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Killing Me Softly
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Frank Sinatra |