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I heard he sang a good song
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I heard he had a style
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And so I came to see him
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To listen for a while
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And there he was this young boy
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A stranger to my eyes
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Strumming my pain with his fingers
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Singing my life with his words
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Killing me softly with his song
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Telling my whole life with his words
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I felt all flushed with fever
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Embraced by the crowd
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I felt he found my letters
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And read each one out loud
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I prayed that he would finish
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He sang as if he knew me
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In all my dark despair
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And then he looked right through me
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As if I wasn't there
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And he just kept on singing
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Singing clear and strong
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Telling my whole life with his words
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Killing me softly with his song
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Killing Me Softly
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Nils Landgren |