KILLING ME SOFTLY

Robert 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

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 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


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

 

Oh oh oh la la la la

Oh oh oh la la la la la la la la la

 

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

He was strumming my pain, yeah,

he was singing my life


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

 

 

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