Intro :
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I heard she sa ng a good song I h eard she had a style.
A nd so I ca me to see he r and listen for a while.
A nd there she w as this young girl a stranger to my eyes.
S trumming my pain with her fi ngers
s inging my life with her w ords
k illing me softly with he r song
killing me s oftly with he r song
telling my w hole life with her w ords
killing me s oftly with her s ong
I felt all fl ushed with fever e mbarrassed by the crowd
I felt she found m y letters an d read each one out loud.
I prayed that she would finish but she just ke pt right on.
S trumming my pain with her fi ngers
s inging my life with her w ords
k illing me softly with he r song
killing me s oftly with he r song
telling my w hole life with her w ords
killing me s oftly with her s ong
S he sang as i f he knew me in all my da rk despair
a nd then she lo oked right through me as if I wasn't there.
B ut she wa s there the strangers si nging cle ar and strong.
S trumming my pain with her fi ngers
s inging my life with her w ords
k illing me softly with he r song
killing me s oftly with he r song
telling my w hole life with her w ords
killing me s oftly with her s ong
killing me s oftly with her s ong