Sings well, has good style
So I came, listened awhile
Young, stranger: my eyes
Strum my pain: fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly
Flush: fever, scared: crowd
Reading my letters out loud
Wish: finish – kept on.
Strum my pain: fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly
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