Strumming dub plates with our fingers, Eliminate sounds with our song, Killing a sound boy with this sound, Killing a sound boy with this sound, Taking sound boys' lives with this dub, killing him softly with this sound. 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. ^{Lauryn Hill} I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, And so I came to see him and listen for a while. And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes, 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 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, 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 [CLEF:] Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge ^{Lauryn Hill} 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. Strumming my pain with his fingers, yeah he was . . .