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Killing Me Softly With His Song
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song...
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
And let him sing for a while
And there he was this young one
Stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever.
And I rest by the crowed
I felt he found my letters andread each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song
Oh ah ah oh
Woah ah oh ah ah
La la la la la la oh ah ah
Oh oh la ah ah ah
La ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Strumming my pain with his fingers, yes
He was singing my life with his words.
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his words, Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly... with his song... ong... ong... ong
Yeah yeah ah ah ah
Ummmm ummm ummmm mmmm.