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Studio version, lyrics, pics. http://www.robertaflack.com/Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songI heard he sang a good songI heard he had a styleAnd so I came to see himTo listen for a whileAnd there he was this young boyA stranger to my eyesStrumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songI felt all flushed with feverEmbarassed by the crowdI felt he found my lettersAnd read each one out loudI prayed that he would finishBut he just kept right onStrumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songHe sang as if he knew meIn all my dark despairAnd then he looked right through meAs if I wasn't thereAnd he just kept on singingSinging clear and strongStrumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his song[Break]Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling meHe was strumming my painYeah, he was singing my lifeKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softlyWith his song