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John Holt

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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 her 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 him and listen for a while
And there she was this young girl
A stranger to my eyes

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 her words
Killing me softly, with her 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
But she was there, this stranger
Singing clear and strong

She was 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 her words
Killing me softly, with her song

She was strumming my pain with her fingers
Whoah-oh-oh, singing my life with her words
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