Roberta Flack – Killing Me Softly
Strumming my pain with his fingers e7 a7
Singing my life with his words D7/9 G7
Killing me softly with his song e7 A7
Killing me softly with his songs D C7
Telling my whole life with his words G7 C7
Killing me softly with his song F7 E
I heard he sang a good song a7 D7/9
I heard he had a style G7 C7
And so I came to see him, to listen for a while a7 D7/9 e7
And there he was, this young boy a7 D7/9
A stranger to my eyes G7 H7
I felt all flushed with fever a7 D7/9
In there was a vital crowd G7 C7
I felt he found my letters and read each out loud a7 D7/9 e7
Afraid that he would finish a7 D7/9
But he just kept right on G7 H7
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair a7 D7/9
And then he looked right through me G7 C7
As if I wasn't there a7 D7/9 e7
And he just kept on singing a7 D7/9
Singing clear and strong G7 H7
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