Chorus:
[Am]Strumming my pain with his [Dm]fingers
[G]Singing my life with his [C]words
[Am]Killing me softly with [D]his song
Killing me [G]softly with his[F] song
Telling my [C]whole life with his[F] words
Killing me [Bb]softly... with his [A]song
[Dm]I heard he [G]sang a good song
[C]I heard he [F]had a style
[Dm]And so I [G]came to see him
To [Am]listen for a while
[Dm]And there he [G]was this young boy
[C]A stranger to[E] my eyes
[Dm]I felt all [G]flushed with fever
[C]Embarassed [F]by the crowd
[Dm]I felt he [G]found my letters
And [Am]read each one out loud
[Dm]I prayed that [G]he would finish
[C]But he just [E]kept right on
[Dm]He sang as [G]if he knew me
[C]In all my[F] dark despair
[Dm]And then he [G]looked right through me
As [Am]if I wasn't there
[Dm]And he just [G]kept on singing
[C]Singing [E]clear and strong
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