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Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his songs Killing me softly with his songs Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his songs I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him And 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 songs Killing me softly with his songs Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his songs A stranger to my eyes I felt all blushed 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 songs Killing me softly with his songs Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his songs