Killing Me Softly

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
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 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 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