KILLIT{G IVIE SOFTLY WTTH HIS SONG

Lyrics: N. Gimbel
Music: C. Fox
Arr.: C. Hartog

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Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song, killing me
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I felt all flushed with fever,
Ennbarressed 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.
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Strumming my pain with his fingers,
singing my life with his words.
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing rne softly with his song.
Telling my whole life with his
words,
Killing me softly with his song.
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He sang as if he knew me,
in all my dark dispair.
And then he looked right trough me
as if I was'nt there.
But he was there this stranger
singing clear and strong.

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