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Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songI heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a styleAnd so I came to see him, to listen for a whileAnd there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyesStrumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songI felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowdI felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loudI prayed that he would finish but he just kept right onStrumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songSongtexteTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songHe sang as if he knew me in all my dark despairAnd then he looked right through me as if I wasn't thereAnd he just kept on singing, singing clear and strongStrumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songStrumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his song Aus Songtexte Mania