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Strumming my pain
with his fingers
Singing my life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song
killing me softly
with his song
Telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song
I heard he sang
a good song
I heard he
had a style
and so I came to see him
to listen for a while
and there he was
this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain
with his fingers
Singing my life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song
killing me softly
with his song
Telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song
I felt all flushed
with fever
In there is vital crowd
I felt he found
my letters
And read
each one out loud
Afraid that
he would finish
But he just
kept right on
Strumming my pain
with his fingers
Singing my life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song
killing me softly
with his song
Telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked
right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just
kept on singing
singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain
with his fingers
Singing my life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song
killing me softly
with his song
Telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song
Oh - - - - Oh - - - -
la la la la la la la
Oh - - Oh - -
La aa aa aa
Aa - - Aa - - -
Strumming my pain
with his fingers
Singing my life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song
killing me softly
with his song
Telling my whole life
with his words
killing me
He was strumming my pain
Yeah he was
singing my life
Killing me softly
with his song
killing me softly
with his song
Telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song