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I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him To listen for a while And there he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his songs Killing me softly with his songs Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his songs I felt all blushed 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 He sang as if he knew me In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me As if I wasn't there And he just kept on singing SongtexteSinging clear and strong Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his songs Killing me softly with his songs Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his songs (Thanks to Rafael Moreira for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania