WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Dido: Here with Me

HERE WITH ME

I didn’t hear you leave, I wonder how am I still here and I don’t want to move a thing, it might change my memory. Oh I am what I am, I’ll do what I want, but I can’t hide, I won’t go, I won’t sleep, I can’t breathe until you’re resting here with me. I don’t want to call my friends. They might wake me from this dream and I can’t leave this bed, risk forgetting all that’s been

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