Killing Me Softly With His Song by  Roberta Flack

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

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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

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He sang it as 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 this stranger singing clear and strong

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He was strumming there,

Yea, he was singing my life    

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