Killing Me Softly With His Song
Strumming my pain with his fingers
ˈstrʌmɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈpʰeɪn ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈfɪŋɡɚz
Singing my life with his words
ˈsɪŋɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈlaɪf ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈwɝdz
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Telling my whole life with his words
ˈtʰɛlɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈhoʊɫ ˈlaɪf ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈwɝdz
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
I heard he sang a good song
ˈaɪ ˈhɝd ˈhi ˈsæŋ ə ˈɡʊd ˈsɑŋ
I heard he had a style
ˈaɪ ˈhɝd ˈhi ˈhæd ə ˈstaɪəɫ
And so I came to see him
ənd ˈsoʊ ˈaɪ ˈkʰeɪm ˈtʰu ˈsi ˈhɪm
To listen for a while
ˈtʰu ˈlɪsn̩ ˈfɔr ə ˈwaɪəɫ
And there he was this young boy
ən ˈðɛr ˈhi ˈwəz ˈðɪs ˈjʌŋ ˈbɔɪ
A stranger to my eyes
ə ˈstreɪndʒɚ ˈtʰu ˈmaɪ ˈaɪz
Strumming my pain with his fingers
ˈstrʌmɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈpʰeɪn ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈfɪŋɡɚz
Singing my life with his words
ˈsɪŋɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈlaɪf ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈwɝdz
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Telling my whole life with his words
ˈtʰɛlɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈhoʊɫ ˈlaɪf ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈwɝdz
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
I felt all flushed with fever
ˈaɪ ˈfɛɫt ˈɑɫ ˈflʌʃt ˈwɪθ ˈfivɚ
Embarrassed by the crowd
ɪmˈbɛrəst ˈbaɪ ðə ˈkraʊd
I felt he found my letters
ˈaɪ ˈfɛɫt ˈhi ˈfaʊnd ˈmaɪ ˈlɛɾɚz
And read each one out loud
ənd ˈrid ˈitʃ ˈwʌn ˈaʊt ˈlaʊd
I prayed that he would finish
ˈaɪ ˈpreɪd ˈðæt ˈhi ˈwʊd ˈfɪnɪʃ
But he just kept right on
ˈbʌt ˈhi ˈdʒʌst ˈkʰɛpt ˈraɪt ˈɑn
Strumming my pain with his fingers
ˈstrʌmɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈpʰeɪn ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈfɪŋɡɚz
Singing my life with his words
ˈsɪŋɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈlaɪf ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈwɝdz
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Telling my whole life with his words
ˈtʰɛlɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈhoʊɫ ˈlaɪf ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈwɝdz
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
He sang as if he knew me
ˈhi ˈsæŋ ˈæz ˈɪf ˈhi ˈnu ˈmi
In all my dark despair
ˈɪn ˈɑɫ ˈmaɪ ˈdɑrk dɪˈspɛr
And then he looked right through me
ən ˈðɛn ˈhi ˈlʊkt ˈraɪt ˈθru ˈmi
As if I wasn’t there
ˈæz ˈɪf ˈaɪ ˈwʌzn̩t ˈðɛr
And he just kept on singing
ənd ˈhi ˈdʒʌst ˈkʰɛpt ˈɑn ˈsɪŋɪŋ
Singing clear and strong
ˈsɪŋɪŋ ˈklɪr ənd ˈstrɑŋ
Strumming my pain with his fingers
ˈstrʌmɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈpʰeɪn ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈfɪŋɡɚz
Singing my life with his words
ˈsɪŋɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈlaɪf ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈwɝdz
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Telling my whole life with his words
ˈtʰɛlɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈhoʊɫ ˈlaɪf ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈwɝdz
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh
ˈoʊ ˈoʊ ˈoʊ
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
ˈoʊ ˈoʊ ˈoʊ ˈoʊ ˈoʊ ˈoʊ ˈoʊ
La la la, la la la
ˈlɑ ˈlɑ ˈlɑ | ˈlɑ ˈlɑ ˈlɑ
Ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohh ohh
ˈoʊ ˈoʊ ˈoʊ | ˈoʊ ˈoʊ ˈoʊ
La ahh ahhhhhh haaaaaaaaaaaaaa
ˈlɑ ˈɑ ˈhɑ ˈhɑ
Ha ahh ahh, ahh ahh ahh ahh
ˈhɑ ˈɑ ˈɑ | ˈɑ ˈɑ ˈɑ ˈɑ
Strumming my pain with his fingers
ˈstrʌmɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈpʰeɪn ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈfɪŋɡɚz
Singing my life with his words
ˈsɪŋɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈlaɪf ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈwɝdz
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Telling my whole life with his words
ˈtʰɛlɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈhoʊɫ ˈlaɪf ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈwɝdz
Killing me (softly)
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi | ˈsɑftlɪ |
He was strumming my pain
ˈhi ˈwəz ˈstrʌmɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈpʰeɪn
Yeah, he was singing my life
ˈjɛə | ˈhi ˈwəz ˈsɪŋɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈlaɪf
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Killing me softly with his song
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
Telling my whole life with his words
ˈtʰɛlɪŋ ˈmaɪ ˈhoʊɫ ˈlaɪf ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈwɝdz
Killing me softly
ˈkʰɪlɪŋ ˈmi ˈsɑftlɪ
With his song
ˈwɪθ ˈhɪz ˈsɑŋ
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