| Strumming my pain with his fingers | e a7 |
| Singing my life with his words | D7 G |
| Killing me softly with his song | e a7 |
| Killing me softly with his song | D C |
| Telling my whole life with his words | G C |
| Killing me softly with his song | F E |
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| I heard he sang a good song | a7 D |
| I heard he had a style | G C |
| And so I came to see him | a7 D |
| And listen for a while | e |
| And there he was this young boy | a7 D7 |
| A stranger to my eyes | G H7 |
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| Strumming my pain with his fingers | e a7 |
| Singing my life with his words | D7 G |
| Killing me softly with his song | e a7 |
| Killing me softly with his song | D C |
| Telling my whole life with his words | G C |
| Killing me softly with his song | F E |
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| I felt all flushed with fever | a7 D |
| Embarrassed by the crowd | G C |
| I felt he found my letters | a7 D |
| And read each one out loud | e |
| I prayed that he would finish | a7 D7 |
| But he just kept right on | G H7 |
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| Strumming my pain with his fingers | e a7 |
| Singing my life with his words | D7 G |
| Killing me softly with his song | e a7 |
| Killing me softly with his song | D C |
| Telling my whole life with his words | G C |
| Killing me softly with his song | F E |
