Killing me softly with her song. , I heard she had a style.
I heard she sang a good song
And so I came to see her and listen for a while.
And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes.
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters and read each one aloud.
I prayed that she would finish but she just kept right on,
She sang as if she knew me in all my dark despair
And then she looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But she was there the stranger, singing clear and strong.
Strumming my pain with her fingers,
Singing my life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song,
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