Olivia Ong - Killing me softly with his song

^AmI heard he ^Dsang a good song, ^GI heard he ^Chad a style, ^AmAnd so I ^Dcame to see him And ^Emlisten for a ^Emwhile ^AmAnd there he ^Dwas, this young boy, ^GA stranger ^B7to my eyes

^EmStrumming my pain with his ^Amfin-gers, ^DSinging my life with his ^Gwords ^EmKilling me softly with ^Ahis song Killing me ^Dsoftly with ^Chis song Telling my ^Gwhole life with ^Chis words, Killing me ^Fmaj7softly ^Fmaj7 with his ^Esong.^E

^AmI felt ^Dflushed with fever, ^GEmbarrassed by ^Cthe crowd, ^AmI felt he ^Dfound my letters And ^Emread each one ^Emout loud. ^AmI prayed that ^Dhe would finish. ^GBut he kept ^B7right on...

^EmStrumming my pain with his ^Amfin-gers, ^DSinging my life with his ^Gwords ^EmKilling me softly with ^Ahis song Killing me ^Dsoftly with ^Chis song Telling my ^Gwhole life with ^Chis words, Killing me ^Fmaj7softly ^Fmaj7 with his ^Esong.^E

^AmHe sang as ^Dif he knew me ^GIn all my ^Cdark despair ^AmAnd then he looked ^Cright through me As ^Emif I wasn't ^Emthere ^AmAnd he ju^Dst kept on singing ^GSinging clear ^B7and strong

^EmStrumming my pain with his ^Amfin-gers, ^DSinging my life with his ^Gwords ^EmKilling me softly with ^Ahis song Killing me ^Dsoftly with ^Chis song Telling my ^Gwhole life with ^Chis words, Killing me ^Fmaj7softly ^Fmaj7 with his ^Esong.^E