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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,
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
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..."