I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him and listen for a while And there he was this young bwoy, stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time) Singing my life with his words (two times) 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, embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time) Singing my life with his words (two times) 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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