Killing me softly with his song1

[00:01.40] Strumming my pain with his fingers

[00:04.91] Singing my life with his words

[00:09.16] Killing me softly with his song

[00:17.91] Killing me softly with his song

[00:21.41] Telling my whole life with his words

[00:26.65] Killing me softly with his song

[00:48.41] I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style

[00:56.66] And so I came to see him to listen for a while

[01:07.15] And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

[01:11.41] Strumming my pain with his fingers

[01:15.40] Singing my life with his words

[01:20.15] Killing me softly with his song

[01:21.90] Killing me softly with his song

[01:26.41] Telling my whole life with his words

[01:30.66] Killing me softly with his song

[01:40.65] I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd

[01:48.41] I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud

[01:56.15] I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on

[02:03.91] Strumming my pain with his fingers

[02:08.65] Singing my life with his words

[02:11.15] Killing me softly with his song

[02:15.90] Killing me softly with his song

[02:17.91] Telling my whole life with his words

[02:21.90] Killing me softly with his song

[02:32.15] He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair

[02:40.15] And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there

[02:47.40] But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong

[02:54.65] Strumming my pain with his fingers

[02:58.66] Singing my life with his words

[03:02.40] Killing me softly with his song

[03:05.40] Killing me softly with his song

[03:09.16] Telling my whole life with his words

[03:13.15] Killing me softly with his song