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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 to 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 |
| [00:57.10] |
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 one out loud |
| [01:28.24] |
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on |
| [01:37.19] |
Strumming my pain with his fingers |
| [01:42.30] |
Singing my life with his words |
| [01:47.43] |
Killing me softly with his song |
| [01:50.94] |
Killing me softly with his song |
| [01:55.39] |
Telling my whole life with his words |
| [02:00.47] |
Killing me softly with his song |
