| Ohí, que alguien cantaba una buena canción
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| Una muchacha dulce, un angel dije yo
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| Que estilo aquel, que suerte, pude reconocerle
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| Strumming my pain with his finger
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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
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| Killing me softly with his song
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| Y atrás quedan temores, sólo la soledad
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| De donde me conocen, que extraño pensé yo
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| Que estilo aquel que suerte, pude reconocerle
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| Strumming my pain with his finger
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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
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| Killing me softly with his song
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| Pedazo de mi vida narraba esta canción
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| De donde me conocen que extraño pense yo
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| Que estilo aquel que suerte, pude reconocerle
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| Strumming my pain with his finger
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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
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| Killing me softly with his song
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| Ah, oh
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| La, la, la, la, oh
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| Oh, la, la, la
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| Strumming my pain with his finger
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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
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| Killing me softly with his song
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Strumming my pain with his finger
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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
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| Killing me softly with his song |