Killing Me Softly With His Song
I heard he sang a good song
- I heard he sang a good song
- I heard he had a style
- And so I came 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 all flushed with fever
- Embarassed 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
- 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
- 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
- But he was there a stranger
- Singing clear and loud
- 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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