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KILLING ME SOFTLY
(With apologies to Roberta Flack)

Videoing my catch with his camera,
Dissecting my stroke with his words,
Killing me softly as he coached,
Killing me softly as he coached,
Trashing my technique with his words,
Killing me softly as he coached ...

I heard he was a good coach, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him and subbed in for a while.
And there he was this fat man, a stranger to my eyes.

Videoing my catch with his camera,
Dissecting my stroke with his words,
Killing me softly as he coached,
Killing me softly as he coached,
Trashing my technique with his words,
Killing me softly as he coached ...

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed in the squad
I felt he'd seen my problems and said each one out loud.
I prayed that we would finish but he just kept right on ...

Videoing my catch with his camera,
Dissecting my stroke with his words,
Killing me softly as he coached,
Killing me softly as he coached,
Trashing my technique with his words,
Killing me softly as he coached ...

He spoke as if he knew me, had seen me race the pair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just started coaching, speaking clear and strong.

Videoing my catch with his camera,
Dissecting my stroke with his words,
Killing me softly as he coached,
Killing me softly as he coached,
Trashing my technique with his words,
Killing me softly as he coached ...

He was videoing, oh, he was coaching my crew
Killing me softly as he coached,
Killing me softly as he coached,
Trashing my technique with his words,
Killing me softly as he coached ...
As he coached ...

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