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This Game Is Over 
Medium
de Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When visions and sick at night
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They saying amen
Spraying and with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no estar en mi persona)
(A que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers
If you that our love is not strong
game is over
game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind and talks, smoke
Some fire and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's over in dim tones
And all our sins showing
In the of the moment
So potent till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with to close up my past
(No debería ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you that our is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This is over
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They saying amen
Spraying and with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no estar en mi persona)
(A que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers
If you that our love is not strong
game is over
game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind and talks, smoke
Some fire and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's over in dim tones
And all our sins showing
In the of the moment
So potent till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with to close up my past
(No debería ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you that our is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This is over
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