Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softlyadd

D#m                        G#m
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
   C#                     F#maj7
Singing my life with his words.
   D#m                      G#7
Killing me softly with his song,
             C#          B
Killing me softly with his song;
              F#maj7          Bmaj7
telling my whole life, with his words,
           Emaj7               D#7
Killing me softly with his song.

G#m7         C#
I heard he sang a good song,
F#maj7            Bmaj7
I heard he had a style,
G#m7       C#                    D#m        D#m7
And so I went to see him and listen for awhile.
G#m7           C#
And there he was this young boy
F#maj7      A#7
A stranger to my eyes.

Nak.

G#m7        C#
I felt all flushed with fever,
F#maj7     Bmaj7
Embarassed by the crowd.
G#m7         C#
I felt he found my letters,
D#m                    D#m7
And read each one out loud.
G#m7           C#
I prayed that he would finish,
F#maj7        A#7
But he just kept right on.

Nak.

G#m7        C#
He sang as if he knew me,
F#maj7     Bmaj7
In all my dark despair.
G#m7            C#
And then he looked right through me as if,
D#m             D#m7
As if I wasn't there.
G#m7      C#
He just kept right on,
F#maj7    A#7
Singin' loud and strong.