| Strumming my pain with his fingers
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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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| I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
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| And so I came to see him, to listen for a while
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| And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
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| Strumming my pain with his fingers
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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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| I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
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| I felt he’d found my letters and read each one out loud
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| I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on
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| Strumming my pain with his fingers
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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
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| Strumming my pain with his fingers
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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 words
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| Compositores: Norman GImbel / Charles Fox
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killing Me Softly With Her Song , by - Bobby Goldsboro. Song from the album Summer (The First Time), in the genre Кантри