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