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Rod Stewart - Sailing

I am sailing, I am sailing
Home again across the sea.
I am sailing stormy waters
To be near you, to be free.

I am flying, I am flying
Like a bird across the sea.
I am flying, passing high clouds
To be near you, to be free.

Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Through the dark night, far away.
I am dying, forever trying
To be near you; who can say?

We are sailing, we are sailing
Home again, across the sea.
We are sailing stormy waters
To be near you, to be free.

Oh, Lord, to be near you, to be free.
Oh, Lord, to be free.


Roberta Flack - 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,
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...

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.
But he just came to singing,
Singing clear and strong.

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 ...

He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
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 ...
With his song ...