LRC歌词下载 专辑：夏夜晚风
I heard he sang a good song.
I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while.
And there he was, this young boy
A stranger to my eyes.
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.

I felt I flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd.
I felt he read my letters
And he just read them 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 his song.

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.
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.

He was strumming my pain,
He‘s singing my life,
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.
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He was strumming my pain,
He‘s singing my life,
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.