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