Killing Me Softly With Her Song Lyrics
| Song | Killing Me Softly With Her Song |
| Artist | John Holt |
| Album | Reggae Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 heard he sang a good song. | |
| I heard he had a style. | |
| And so I come to see him | |
| To listen for a while. | |
| And there he was, this young boy | |
| A 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 I flushed with fever, | |
| Embarrassed by the crowd. | |
| I felt he found my letters | |
| And read each one out loud. | |
| I loved 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. | |
| He sang as if he knew me, | |
| In all my dark despair. | |
| And then he looked right through me | |
| As if I wasn‘t there. | |
| And he just kept on singing, | |
| Singing clear and strong. | |
| 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. | |
| He was strumming my pain, | |
| He‘s singing my life, | |
| La, La, La... | |
| Killing me softly with his song. | |
| 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. |
| 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 heard he sang a good song. | |
| I heard he had a style. | |
| And so I come to see him | |
| To listen for a while. | |
| And there he was, this young boy | |
| A 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 I flushed with fever, | |
| Embarrassed by the crowd. | |
| I felt he found my letters | |
| And read each one out loud. | |
| I loved 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. | |
| He sang as if he knew me, | |
| In all my dark despair. | |
| And then he looked right through me | |
| As if I wasn' t there. | |
| And he just kept on singing, | |
| Singing clear and strong. | |
| 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. | |
| He was strumming my pain, | |
| He' s singing my life, | |
| La, La, La... | |
| Killing me softly with his song. | |
| 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. |
| 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 heard he sang a good song. | |
| I heard he had a style. | |
| And so I come to see him | |
| To listen for a while. | |
| And there he was, this young boy | |
| A 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 I flushed with fever, | |
| Embarrassed by the crowd. | |
| I felt he found my letters | |
| And read each one out loud. | |
| I loved 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. | |
| He sang as if he knew me, | |
| In all my dark despair. | |
| And then he looked right through me | |
| As if I wasn' t there. | |
| And he just kept on singing, | |
| Singing clear and strong. | |
| 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. | |
| He was strumming my pain, | |
| He' s singing my life, | |
| La, La, La... | |
| Killing me softly with his song. | |
| 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. |
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