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^CmI heard he ^Fsang a good song ^BbI heard he ^{Eb maj}had a style ^CmAnd so I ^Fcame to see him To ^Gmlisten for a while ^Gm ^CmAnd there he ^Fwas this young boy ^BbA stranger ^D7to my eyes

I felt all flushed with fever Embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters And read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song He sang as if he knew me In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there But he just kept on singing Singing clear and strong Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song

Shirley Bassey - Killing Me Softly With His Song