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This Game Is Over 
Medium
by Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When visions and awaiting at night
I you'll be confessing soon
you're evading me right
Hating me, right, me, right
Just 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 saying amen
Spraying and swinging automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No debería 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 sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But 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, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The dishonor to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we could be more 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 than just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
game is over
This game is over
I you'll be confessing soon
you're evading me right
Hating me, right, me, right
Just 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 saying amen
Spraying and swinging automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No debería 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 sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But 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, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The dishonor to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we could be more 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 than just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
game is over
This game is over
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