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(Am)Strumming my pain with his (F)fingers,

(G)Singing my life with his (C)words,

(Am)Killing me softly with his (D)song,

Killing me (G)softly with his (F)song

Telling my (C)whole life with (F)his words

Killing me (Bb)softly - with his (A)song.

(Dm)I heard he (G)sang a good song,

(C)I heard he had a (F)style,

(Dm)And so I (G)came to see him and (Am)listen for a while.

(Dm)And there he (G)was this young boy,

(C)A stranger to my (E)eyes...

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(Dm)I felt all (G)flushed with fever,

(C)Embarrassed by the (F)crowd,

(Dm)I felt he (G)found my letters and (Am)read each one out loud.

(Dm)I prayed that (G)he would finish,

(C)But he just kept right (E)on...

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(Dm)He sang as if (G)he knew me,

(C)In all my dark(F)despair,

(Dm)And then he (G)looked right through me (Am)as if I wasn’t there.

(Dm)But he was there, (G)this stranger,

(C)Singing clear and (E)strong…

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