Struming my pain with his fingers

imba my life with his words

killing me softy with his song

killing me softly with his song

telling my whole life
with his words

killing me softly with his song



I heard he sang a good song

I heard he had a style

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and so i came to see

and listen for a while



and there he was this younge boy

a stranger to my eyes

Struming my pain with his fingers

imba my life with his words

killing me softy with his song

killing me softly with his song

telling my whole life

with his words

killing me softly with his song



I felt all flushed with fever

Embarrassed kwa the crowd

I felt he found my letter

and read eachone out loud

I prayed that he would finish

but he just kept right on

Struming my pain with his fingers

imba my life with his words

killing me softy 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 darkness fair

and then he looked right through me

as if i wasn't there

and he kept on singing

imba clear and strong

Struming my pain with his fingers

imba my life with his words

killing me softy with his song

killing me softly with his song

telling my whole life

with his words

killing me softly with his song



ohhhhhhhhhhh oohhhhhhh...lalalal..ohhhh lalaaaaaaa



Struming my pain with his fingers

imba my life with his words

killing me softy with his song

killing me softly with his song

telling my whole life

with his words

killing me (softly)



he was strumming my pain

yeah he was seing my life

killing me softly with his song

killing em softly with his song

telling my whole life with his words

killing me softly with his song