[Bm7]Strumming my pain with her [Em]fingers,
[A]singing my life with her [D]words,
[Bm7]killing me softly with [Em]her song,
killing me [A]softly with her [G]song,
telling my [D]whole life with her [G]words,
killing me [C]softly with her [B]song
[Em]I heard she [A]sang a good song, [D]I heard she [G]had a style.
[Em]And so I [A]came to see her and [Bm7]listen for a while.
[Em]And there she [A]was this young girl, [D]a stranger to [F#]my eyes.
[Bm7]Strumming my pain with her [Em]fingers,
[A]singing my life with her [D]words,
[Bm7]killing me softly with [Em]her song,
killing me [A]softly with her [G]song,
telling my [D]whole life with her [G]words,
killing me [C]softly with her [B]song
[Em]I felt all [A]flushed with fever, [D]embarrassed [G]by the crowd,
[Em]I felt she [A]found my letters and [Bm7]read each one out loud.
[Em7]I prayed that [A]she would finish [D]but she just [F#7]kept right on.
[Bm]Strumming my pain with her [Em]fingers,
[A]singing my life with her [D]words,
[Bm]killing me softly with [Em]her song,
killing me [A]softly with her [G]song,
telling my [D]whole life with her [G]words,
killing me [C]softly with her [B]song
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