I heard she sang a good songI heard she had a styleAnd so I came to see herTo listen for a whileAnd there she was this young girlA stranger to my eyesStrumming my pain with her fingersSinging my life with her wordsKilling me softly with her songKilling me softly, with her songTelling my whole life with her wordsKilling me softly, with her songI felt all flushed with feverEmbarrassed by the crowdI felt she found my lettersAnd read each one aloudI prayed that she would finishBut she just kept right onStrumming my pain with her fingersSinging my life with her wordsKilling me softly with her songKilling me softly, with her songTelling my whole life with her wordsKilling me softly, with her songShe sang as if she knew meIn all my dark despairAnd then she looked right through meAs if I wasn't thereBut she was there, this strangerSinging clear and strongStrumming my pain with her fingersSinging my life with her wordsKilling me softly with her songKilling me softly, with her songTelling my whole life with her wordsKilling me softly, with her songKilling me softly, with her song.
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