Killing Me Softly
Roberta Flack
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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 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 awhile
And there he was a stranger, 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, 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

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
I pray that he would finish, 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
He was so very persistent, Yes he was singing my life
Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softy with his song
Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song

















Artwork: Afterglow
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