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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


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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