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Killing me Softly
Charles Fox & Norman Gimbel / Roberta Flack (1972)
| Em | Am | D7 | G | G/F# | |
| Strumming my pain with my | fingers. | singing my life with his | words. |
| Em | A | D | C | |
| Killing me softly with | his song. Killing me | softly with | his song. |
| G | C/G | Esus4 | E | |
| Telling my | whole life with | his words. Killing me | softly - with his | song. |
| Am7 | D | G | C | |||
| I heard he | sang the good song, | I heard he | had a style. |
| Am7 | D | Em | ||||
| And so I | came to see him | and | listen for a while. |
| Am7 | D7 | G | B7 | |||
| And there he | was a young boy | a stranger | to my eyes. |
| Em | Am | D7 | G | G/F# | |
| Strumming my pain with my | fingers. | singing my life with his | words. |
| Em | A | D | C | |
| Killing me softly with | his song. Killing me | softly with | his song. |
| G | C/G | Esus4 | E | |
| Telling my | whole life with | his words. Killing me | softly - with his | song. |
| Am7 | D | G | C | |||
| I felt all | flushed with fever | embarrassed | by the crowd. |
| Am7 | D | Em | ||||
| I felt he | found my letters | and | read each one out loud. |
| Am7 | D7 | G | B7 | |||
| I prayed that | he would finish | but he just | kept right on. |
| Em | Am | D7 | G | G/F# | |
| Strumming my pain with my | fingers. | singing my life with his | words. |
| Em | A | D | C | |
| Killing me softly with | his song. Killing me | softly with | his song. |
| G | C/G | Esus4 | E | |
| Telling my | whole life with | his words. Killing me | softly - with his | song. |
| Am7 | D | G | C | |||
| He sang as | if knew me | in all my | dark despair. |
| Am7 | D | Em | ||||
| And then he | looked right through me | as if I | wasn't there. |
| Am7 | D7 | G | B7 | |||
| And he just | kept on singing - | singing | clear and strong |
| Em | Am | D7 | G | G/F# | |
| Strumming my pain with my | fingers. | singing my life with his | words. |
| Em | A | D | C | |
| Killing me softly with | his song. Killing me | softly with | his song. |
| G | C/G | Esus4 | E | |
| Telling my | whole life with | his words. Killing me | softly - with his | song. |