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 |