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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 heard 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. Straight into 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 whole life with his Words. Killing me softly With his song. I fell all flush with fever. And by this time had a crowd. I felt he found my letters and read each Aloud. I prayed that he'd go 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 Telling life with his Words. Killing me softly With his song. Whoa, Whoa. La-la-la-la-la-la. Whoa, La-la. Whoa, la. With his song.
Vadim Adamov, Hardphol — Killing Me Softly With His Song
«Killing Me Softly With His Song» — Vadim Adamov, Hardphol. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:55. Жанр — Танцевальная.