Killing Me Softly With His Song

Olivia Ong

LRC制作：★角落音乐★ QQ：11505166

I heard he sang a good song.

I heard he had a style.

And so I come 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 song,

Killing me softly with his song,

Telling my whole life with his words,

Killing me softly with his song.

I felt I flushed with fever,

Embarrassed by the crowd.

I felt he found my letters

And read each one out loud.

I loved 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.

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,

Singing clear and strong.

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.

He was strumming my pain,

He‘s singing my life,

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.

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He was strumming my pain,

He‘s singing my life,

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.

LRC制作：★角落音乐★ QQ：11505166