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.
Solo 8 Bars...7...
8... 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.
Embarrassed by the crowd.
I felt he found my letters.
And read each one out lound.
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.
But he was there
this stranger.
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.
Solo 14 Bars...13...
14...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...
Strumming my pain
with his fingers.
Singing my life
with his words.
Killing me softly
with his song.
Killing me softly
with his song.
Killing me softly
with his song.
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