Keep Finish listen be pray look hear

sing feel know have find tell read

come
I _herd_ he _sang_ a good song
I _heard_ he _had_ a style
And so I _came_ to _see_ him
And _listen_ for a while
And there He _was_ this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with her fingers
_Singing_my life with his words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
_Telling_ my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I _felt_ all flushed with fever,
embarrassed by the crowd
I _felt_ she _found_ my letters and
_read_ each one out loud
I _prayed_ that he would _finish_
But he just _kept_ right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
_Telling_ my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with her song
She _sang_ as if she _knew_ me
in all my dark despair
And then she _looked_ right through me
as if I _wasn't_ there
But he _ just_ there the stranger
_singing_ clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers
_singing_ my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly, with his song