Текст песни
I
heard
he
sang
a
good
song
I
heard
he
had
a
style
And
so
I
came
to
see
him
And
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
song
Killing
me
softly
with
his
song
Telling
my
whole
life
with
his
words
Killing
me
softly
with
his
song
Killing
me
softly
with
his
song
Killing
me
softly
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
Killing
me
softly
with
his
song
Killing
me
softly
Killing
me
softly
with
his
song
Killing
me
softly
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