[00:21.25]I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
[00:34.48]And so I came to see him to listen for a while
[00:46.88]And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
[00:58.40]Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words
[01:11.04]Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
[01:22.62]Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song
[01:43.54]I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
[01:56.82]I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud
[02:08.20]I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on
[02:20.43]Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words
[02:32.86]Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
[02:45.57]Killing me softly with his song
[03:00.27]He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair
[03:12.61]And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there
[03:24.03]And he just kept on singing, singing clear and strong
[03:36.06]Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words
[03:48.60]Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
[04:00.61]Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly
[04:15.00]killing me softly mmmm......