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