{title: Killing me softly} {artist: Roberta Flack} {soc} [Am]Strumming my pain with his [F]fingers, [G]Singing my life with his [C]words, [Am]Killing me softly with his [D]song, Killing me [G]softly with his [F]song Telling my [C]whole life with [F]his words Killing me [Bb]softly - with his [A]song. {eoc} [Dm]I heard he [G]sang a good song, [C]I heard he had a [F]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 to my [E]eyes... {c:CHORUS } [Dm]I felt all [G]flushed with fever, [C]Embarrassed by the [F]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 kept right [E]on... {c:CHORUS } [Dm]He sang as if [G]he knew me, [C]In all my dark[F]despair, [Dm]And then he [G]looked right through me [Am]as if I wasn’t there. [Dm]But he was there, [G]this stranger, [C]Singing clear and [E]strong... {c:CHORUS 2x}