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[ti:Killing Me Softly with His Song] |
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[ar:Connie Evingson] |
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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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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 felt all flushed with fever, |
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Embarrassed by the crowd, |
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I felt he found my letters and read each word 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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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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He said as if he knew me |
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In all my god's spaer |
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And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there. |
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And he just kept on singing |
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singing clear and strong |
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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. |