[Refrain :]
Strumming my pain with my
fingers.
Singing my life with his
words.
Killing me softly with h
is song.
Killing me sof tly with
his song.
Telling my whole life with
his words.
Killing me so ftly, with his song.
I heard he
sang the good song.
I heard he
had a style.
And so I c
ame to see him,
and
listen for a while.
And there he
was a young boy
a stranger
to my eyes.
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I felt all flushed with fever
embarrassed 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.
[Refrain]
He sang as if knew me
in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me
as if I wasn't there.
And he just kept on singing
sining clear and strong
[Refrain]