| I heard she sang a good song
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| I heard she had a style
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| And so I came to see her
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| And listen for a while
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| And there she was this young girl
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| A stranger to my eyes
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| Strumming my pain with her fingers
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| Singing my life with her words
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| Killing me softly with her song
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| Killing me softly with her song
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| Telling my whole life with her words
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| Killing me softly with her song
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| I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
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| I felt she found my letters and read each one out loud
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| I prayed that she would finish
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| But she just kept right on
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| Strumming my pain with her fingers
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| Singing my life with her words
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| Killing me softly with her song
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| Killing me softly with her song
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| Telling my whole life with her words
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| Killing me softly with her song
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| She sang as if she knew me in all my dark despair
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| And then she looked right through me as if I wasn't there
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| But she was there the stranger
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| Singing clear and strong
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| Strumming my pain with her fingers
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| Singing my life with her words
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| Killing me softly with her song
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| Killing me softly with her song
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| Telling my whole life with her words
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| Killing me softly with her song
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| Killing me softly, with her song |