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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 ther 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 feelt all fushed with fever
embarassed by the srowd
I fellt 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 right throught me
as if I wasn´t there
but he was there this strannger
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