Em | Am | |
Strumming my pain with his fin | gers |
D7 | G | |
singing my life with his word | s |
Em | A | |
killing me softly with h | is song |
D | C | |
killing me soft | ly with his | song |
G | C | |
telling my | whole life with his | words. |
Esus4 | |
Killing me soft | ly |
E | |
with his song | . |
Am7 | D | |
I heard he sa | ng a good song |
G | C | |
I heard he | had a style |
Am7 | D | |
and so I ca | me to see him |
Em | |
and | listen for a while. |
Am7 | D7 | |
And there he wa | s this young boy |
G | B7 | |
a stranger | to my eyes. |
(Chorus) |
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. |
(Chorus) |
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. |
And he just kept on singing |
singing clear and strong. |
(Chorus) |
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