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Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

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 came to see him, and listen for a while

And there he was, this young boy...

a stranger to my eyes...

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...

He sang as if he knew me, and all my dark despair

He kept on looking right through me as if I wasn't there

And then he kept on singing, singing clear and strong...

.killing me softly.


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