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G#m Bm F GI heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style.
G#m Bm C#mAnd so I came to see her and listen for a while.
G#m Bm F Gb7And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes.
C#m G#mStrumming my pain with her fingers,
Bm Fsinging my life with her words,
C#m Gmkilling me softly with her song,
Bm Gkilling me softly with her song,
F Gtelling my whole life with her words,
G Cmkilling me softly with her song
G#m Bm F GI felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
G#m Bm C#mI felt she found my letters and read each one out loud.
G#m Bm F Gb7I prayed that she would finish but she just kept right on.
C#m G#mStrumming my pain with her fingers,
Bm Fsinging my life with her words,
C#m Gmkilling me softly with her song,
Bm Gkilling me softly with her song,
F Gtelling my whole life with her words,
G Cmkilling me softly with her song
G#m Bm F GShe sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair
G#m Bm C#mand then she looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
G#m Bm F Gb7But she was there the strangers, singing clear and strong.
C#m G#mStrumming my pain with her fingers,
Bm Fsinging my life with her words,
C#m Gmkilling me softly with her song,
Bm Gkilling me softly with her song,
F Gtelling my whole life with her words,
G Cmkilling me softly with her song
C#m G#m Bm F C#m Gm Bm G F G
G Cmkilling me softly with her song
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