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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
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh do do do do do do
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh do do do
Ohhhhhhhhhhh do do do
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had the style
And so I came to see him
And listen for a while
And there he was this young boi
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
Ooooo,oooo,oo,oooooooo,
La la la, la la la,
Ooo, la la la, ooo, la la, la la laaaa,
Laaaaaaaaaaa
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
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Single: Killing me softly
Album: Score
Lable: Ruffhouse
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This page was last updated 03.05.2007 08:42:38 AM |
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