"Killing Me Softly" isn't just a song, so I give props to the Fugees.
You say you love me? Keep your words, because I don't use them loosely.
This song I've sung too many times, seems like I have you on repeat;
this performance is dedicated to you, but you leave an open seat.
With this love, I sing my final number-hell, I can sing it a capella.
Don't need your standing ovation, you never was that fella.
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