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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 guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, me, right
Just with the fire, me a liar
On this funeral desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were saying amen
Spraying and with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería que te enamoras)
(No deberías así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we be just lovers
If you that our love is not strong
This game is over
This is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some 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 and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, me, right
Just with the fire, me a liar
On this funeral desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were saying amen
Spraying and with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería que te enamoras)
(No deberías así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we be just lovers
If you that our love is not strong
This game is over
This is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some 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 and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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