paroles de chanson Killing Me Softly - John Holt
Strumming
my
pain
with
her
fingers,
Singing
my
life
with
her
words,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Telling
my
whole
life
with
his
words,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song
...
I
heard
she
sang
a
good
song,
I
heard
she
had
a
style.
And
so
I
came
to
see
her
to
listen
for
a
while.
And
there
she
was
this
young
girl,
a
stranger
to
my
eyes.
Strumming
my
pain
with
her
fingers,
Singing
my
life
with
her
words,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Telling
my
whole
life
with
his
words,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song
...
I
felt
all
flushed
with
fever,
embarrassed
by
the
crowd,
I
felt
she
found
my
letters
and
read
each
one
out
loud.
I
prayed
that
she
would
finish
but
she
just
kept
right
on
...
Strumming
my
pain
with
her
fingers,
Singing
my
life
with
her
words,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Telling
my
whole
life
with
his
words,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song
...
She
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
she
just
kept
on
singing,
singing
clear
and
strong.
Strumming
my
pain
with
her
fingers,
Singing
my
life
with
her
words,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Telling
my
whole
life
with
his
words,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song
...
Strumming
my
pain
with
her
fingers,
Singing
my
life
with
her
words,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Telling
my
whole
life
with
his
words,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song
...
She
was
strumming
my
pain,
yeah,
he
was
singing
my
life.
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song,
Telling
my
whole
life
with
her
words,
Killing
me
softly
with
her
song
...
With
her
song
...
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