[00:01.00]Strumming my pain with his fingers,
[00:06.00]Singing my life with his words,
[00:11.00]Killing me softly with his song,
[00:15.00]killing me softly with his song,
[00:21.00]Telling my whole life with his words,
[00:26.00]Killing me softly with his song.[00:59.00]I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style,
[01:09.00]And so I came to see him and listen for a while.
[01:20.00]And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes,
[01:29.00]Strumming my pain with his fingers,
[01:34.00]Singing my life with his words,
[01:40.00]Killing me softly with his song,
[01:43.00]Killing me softly with his song,
[01:49.00]Telling my whole life with his words,
[01:54.00]Killing me softly with his song.
[02:07.00]I felt all flushed with fever,
[02:12.00]Embarrassed by the crowd,
[02:17.00]I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
[02:27.00]I prayed that he would finish,
[02:33.00]But he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers,
[02:42.00]Singing my life with his words,
[02:48.00]Killing me softly with his song,
[02:52.00]Killing me softly with his song,
[02:57.00]Telling my whole life with his words,
[03:02.00]Killing me softly with his song[03:11.00]Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge[03:50.00]Strumming my pain with his fingers,
[04:31.00][03:55.00]Singing my life with his words,
[04:00.00]Killing me softly with his song,
[04:04.00]Killing me softly with his song,
[04:09.00]Telling my whole life with his words,
[04:15.00]Killing me softly with his song.
[04:26.00]Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . .