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Killing me softly with his song
Killing me sofDtly with his Csong
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Am7And there he was, D7this young boy, Ga stranger B7to my eyes
Em7Strumming my pain with his finAm7gers
DSinging my life with his wordsG
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me sofDtly with his Csong
Telling my whoGle life with his Cwords
Killing me Fmaj7softly with his songE
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Am7I prayed that he D7would finish, Gbut he just kept B7right on
Em7Strumming my pain with his finAm7gers
DSinging my life with his wordsG
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me sofDtly with his Csong
Telling my whoGle life with his Cwords
Em7Strumming my pain with his finAm7gers
DSinging my life with his wordsG
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me sofDtly with his Csong
Telling my whoGle life with his Cwords
Killing me Fmaj7softly with his songE