GIMBEL, Norman


Killing Me Softly With His Song

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

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

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I felt all flushed with fever

Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters

And read each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers
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He sang as if he knew me

In all my dark despair

And then he looked right through me

As if I wasn't there

And he just kept on singing

Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers
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It Goes Like It Goes

Ain't no miracle being born

People doin' it everyday

It ain't no miracle growing up, ah

People just grow that way

So it goes like it goes

Like the river flows

And time it rolls right on

And maybe what's good gets a little bit better

And maybe what's bad gets gone

Ah, bless the child of a working man

She knows too soon who she is

And bless the hands of a working man

Oh, he knows his soul is his

So it goes like it goes
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