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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,
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,
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

~~~♫♫♫ ~~~

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
And he just kept on singing,
singing clear and strong

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

~~~♫ scat ♫ ~~~

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