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This Game Is Over 
Medium
de Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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visions and sick precisions awaiting at night
I you'll be confessing soon
you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It so static, it's all as an attic
He knew you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías 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 only space us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
them soon
But recollections still restricted
My talks 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 heat of the moment
So potent till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne to close up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we be more than lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than just 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
you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It so static, it's all as an attic
He knew you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías 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 only space us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
them soon
But recollections still restricted
My talks 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 heat of the moment
So potent till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne to close up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we be more than lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than just 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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