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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)
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