Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softlyadd

Gm                        Cm
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
   F                     A#maj7
Singing my life with his words.
   Gm                      C7
Killing me softly with his song,
             F          D#
Killing me softly with his song;
              A#maj7          D#maj7
telling my whole life, with his words,
           G#maj7               G7
Killing me softly with his song.

Cm7         F
I heard he sang a good song,
A#maj7            D#maj7
I heard he had a style,
Cm7       F                    Gm        Gm7
And so I went to see him and listen for awhile.
Cm7           F
And there he was this young boy
A#maj7      D7
A stranger to my eyes.

Nak.

Cm7        F
I felt all flushed with fever,
A#maj7     D#maj7
Embarassed by the crowd.
Cm7         F
I felt he found my letters,
Gm                    Gm7
And read each one out loud.
Cm7           F
I prayed that he would finish,
A#maj7        D7
But he just kept right on.

Nak.

Cm7        F
He sang as if he knew me,
A#maj7     D#maj7
In all my dark despair.
Cm7            F
And then he looked right through me as if,
Gm             Gm7
As if I wasn't there.
Cm7      F
He just kept right on,
A#maj7    D7
Singin' loud and strong.