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Em Am D7 G
Strumming my pain with my fingers singing my life with his words.
Em A D C
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
G C E4 E
Telling my whole life with his words. Killing me softly, with his song.
Am7 D G C
I heard he sang the good song I heard he had a style.
Am7 D Em
And so I came to see him, and listen for a while
Am7 D7 G G7
And there he was a young boy a stranger to my eyes
Em Am D7 G
Strumming my pain with my fingers singing my life with his words.
Em A D C
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
G C E4 E
Telling my whole life with his words. Killing me softly, with his song.
Am7 D G C
I felt all flushed with fever embarrassed by the crowd.
Am7 D Em
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
Am7 D7 G G7
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on.
Em Am D7 G
Strumming my pain with my fingers singing my life with his words
Em A D C
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
G C E4 E
Telling my whole life with his words. Killing me softly, with his song.
Am7 D G C
He sang as if knew me in all my dark despair.
Am7 D Em
And then he looked right through meas if I wasn't there.
Am7 D7 G G7
And he just kept on singing sining clear and strong
Em Am D7 G
Strumming my pain with my fingers singing my life with his words.
Em A D C
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
G C E4 E
Telling my whole life with his words. Killing me softly, with his song.
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