I watch her walk before me
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Her children in her arms
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The proof of all her choices
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I see the weight in her eyes
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She's learned to talk to angels
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That's how she survives
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They come to her at night
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Oh saint Teresa
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I know you're tired
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So lay with me and rest a while
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There's no way for me to love her
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There's no way for me to stop
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So I wait the night to meet her
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In a dream that I have lost
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I watch her walk before me
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She leaves me with a smile
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And I'm frozen by the spirit
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By the light in her eyes
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Oh saint Teresa
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I know you're tired
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So lay with me and rest a while
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Teresa
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| Peter Bradley Adams |
