Killing
Me Softly
Roberta Flack
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 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
(repeat chorus)
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
(rpt chorus)
He sang as if he
knew me, and all
my dark despair
and then he
looked right
through me as if
I wasn't there
And he just keep't
on singing ,
singing clear
and strong
(repeat chorus
till fade)
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