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Etienne Lopa - Before I Am A Singer, I Am A Poet Lyrics



Etienne Lopa - Before I Am A Singer, I Am A Poet Lyrics
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Can't stop playing Amy
What's she trying to tell me?
I belong on a stage
All my love and fiery rage
My hair in a bun, my jeans too big
Taking in the sun, dreaming of a gig
Stolen necklace, ripped off my neck
My tears dry on their own as my head shakes
Before I am a singer, I am a poet
I've always been, always felt it, always known it
Is this London calling me?
A raspy voice, a sweet guitar, a jazzy beat
The more I play Amy
The more I notice my runs, free
I'll never forget the day, the afternoon, the evening
I heard You Sent Me Flying, or was it Stronger Than Me
Acoustic version resonating in the Paris streets
Summer temperatures finally hit the Spring
A sweet melody, going to the city getting ink
Amy Winehouse forever on my skin
Before I am a singer, I am a poet
I've always been, always felt it, always known it
Is this London calling me?
A raspy voice, a sweet guitar, a jazzy beat
That beautiful moment
When a new song gets stuck in your head
And the fact that this'll never happen
With an artist now dead
No
Like the clothes I wear
I have coats and layers
Like the pages I tear
There is poetry in there
Before I am a singer, I am a poet
I've always been, always felt it, always known it
Is this London calling me?
A raspy voice, a sweet guitar, a jazzy beat
Is this London calling me?
A raspy voice, a sweet guitar, a jazzy beat
I've always been, always felt it, always known it
Before I am a singer, I am a poet
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English

Can't stop playing Amy
What's she trying to tell me?
I belong on a stage
All my love and fiery rage
My hair in a bun, my jeans too big
Taking in the sun, dreaming of a gig
Stolen necklace, ripped off my neck
My tears dry on their own as my head shakes
Before I am a singer, I am a poet
I've always been, always felt it, always known it
Is this London calling me?
A raspy voice, a sweet guitar, a jazzy beat
The more I play Amy
The more I notice my runs, free
I'll never forget the day, the afternoon, the evening
I heard You Sent Me Flying, or was it Stronger Than Me
Acoustic version resonating in the Paris streets
Summer temperatures finally hit the Spring
A sweet melody, going to the city getting ink
Amy Winehouse forever on my skin
Before I am a singer, I am a poet
I've always been, always felt it, always known it
Is this London calling me?
A raspy voice, a sweet guitar, a jazzy beat
That beautiful moment
When a new song gets stuck in your head
And the fact that this'll never happen
With an artist now dead
No
Like the clothes I wear
I have coats and layers
Like the pages I tear
There is poetry in there
Before I am a singer, I am a poet
I've always been, always felt it, always known it
Is this London calling me?
A raspy voice, a sweet guitar, a jazzy beat
Is this London calling me?
A raspy voice, a sweet guitar, a jazzy beat
I've always been, always felt it, always known it
Before I am a singer, I am a poet
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Language: English
Length: 5:40
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