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    She senses the presence of the smallest motion
    Wasted like a sad devotion
    Turns her glance at where I stand
    She knows that the time is this
    A sweet invader that could never miss
    She knows, she knows

    Waves of doubt cascading clearly [ah, she knows]
    They make believe that I'm no good [ah, she knows]
    And her eyes won't find me here
    She knows that the time is this
    A sweet invader that could never miss
    She knows, she knows

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    Don't hesitate, it's my fate
    To freeze my mind, so messed up
    See her eye in the sky
    Burn one more into my mind
    Today she's gone away
    To leave me hung up in her wake
    Yeah

    She senses the presence of the smallest notion
    Wasted like a sad devotion
    Turns to glance at where I stand
    She knows the time is this
    A sweet invader that could never miss

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    Composición: Phil Lynott, Scott Gorham y Screaming Trees

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