Killing Me Softly [Am]
Roberta Flack/The Fugees
[Am]Strumming my pain with his [F]fingers
[G]Singing my life with his [C]words
[Am]Killing me softly with [D]his song
Killing me [G]softly with [F]his song
Telling my [C]whole life with [F]his words
Killing me [Bb]softly... with his [A]song
[Dm] I heard he [G]sang a good song
[C] I heard he [F]had a style
[Dm] And so I [G]came to see him and [Am]listen for a while
[Dm] And there he [G]was this young boy
[C] A stranger [E]to my eyes...
[Dm] I felt all [G]flushed with fever
[C] Embarrassed [F]by the crowd
[Dm] I felt he [G]found my letters and [Am]read each one out loud
[Dm] I prayed that [G]he would finish
[C] But he just [E]kept right on...
[Dm] He sang as [G]if he knew me
[C] In all my [F]dark despair
[Dm] And then he [G]looked right through me as [Am]if I wasn’t there
[Dm] And he just [G]kept on singing
[C] Singing [E]clear and strong...