John Holt Killing Me Softly Lyrics

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly 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.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly 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 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
...

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly 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 dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't
there.
And he just kept on singing, singing clear and strong.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

Oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
la la la la la la
oh oh oh oh oh oh
la ah ah ah
la ah ah ah
Strummin my pain with his fingers
Singin' my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Tellin my whole life
With his words killing me softly

He was strumming my pain, yeah, he was singing my life.
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
With his song ...

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