One, two, three and up
Yo, put your hands up
Yo, one time, one time, one time
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
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
Killing me softly, killing me softly
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

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