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Killing me softly with his song

1.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 stanger to my eyes.

ref: Strumming my pain with his fingers, 
     Singing my life with his words
     Killing me sofly with his song
     Killing me sofly with his song.
     Telling my whole life with his words
     Killing me softly with his song.

2.I felt all flushed with fever,
  embarrassed by the crowd, 
  I felt he found my letters
  and read each one out loud.
  I prayed that he would finish
  but he just kept right on

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3.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.
  But he was there-this stanger
  -singing clear and strong.

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