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This Game Is Over 
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de Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When visions and sick precisions awaiting at night
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, me, right
caught with the fire, me a liar
On this funeral part desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were 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 mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections 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 of the moment
So till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a con tenerte)
If only time go slower
If 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 only space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you believe that our is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
is over
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, me, right
caught with the fire, me a liar
On this funeral part desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were 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 mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections 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 of the moment
So till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a con tenerte)
If only time go slower
If 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 only space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you believe that our is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
is over
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