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This Game Is Over 
Medium
de Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When visions and sick precisions at night
I you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If space bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you believe that our is not strong
game is over
This is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing soon
But recollections still restricted
My talks and talks, smoke
fire and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's in dim tones
And all our sins showing
In the heat of the moment
So potent till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
Swollen and in the blast
The throne with dishonor to up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías así)
(No deberías a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers...
If you believe our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
I you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If space bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you believe that our is not strong
game is over
This is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing soon
But recollections still restricted
My talks and talks, smoke
fire and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's in dim tones
And all our sins showing
In the heat of the moment
So potent till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
Swollen and in the blast
The throne with dishonor to up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías así)
(No deberías a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers...
If you believe our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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