KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG

(Roberta Flack)



[ Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his songs
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

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I felt all flushed with fever
In there was a vital crowd 
I felt he found my letters and read each out loud
Afraid that he would finish
But he just kept right on

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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

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