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

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 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

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

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

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

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