Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softlyadd

F#m                        Bm
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
   E                     Amaj7
Singing my life with his words.
   F#m                      B7
Killing me softly with his song,
             E          D
Killing me softly with his song;
              Amaj7          Dmaj7
telling my whole life, with his words,
           Gmaj7               F#7
Killing me softly with his song.

Bm7         E
I heard he sang a good song,
Amaj7            Dmaj7
I heard he had a style,
Bm7       E                    F#m        F#m7
And so I went to see him and listen for awhile.
Bm7           E
And there he was this young boy
Amaj7      C#7
A stranger to my eyes.

Nak.

Bm7        E
I felt all flushed with fever,
Amaj7     Dmaj7
Embarassed by the crowd.
Bm7         E
I felt he found my letters,
F#m                    F#m7
And read each one out loud.
Bm7           E
I prayed that he would finish,
Amaj7        C#7
But he just kept right on.

Nak.

Bm7        E
He sang as if he knew me,
Amaj7     Dmaj7
In all my dark despair.
Bm7            E
And then he looked right through me as if,
F#m             F#m7
As if I wasn't there.
Bm7      E
He just kept right on,
Amaj7    C#7
Singin' loud and strong.