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This Game Is Over 
Medium
by 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 me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They saying 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 debería aparecer ahora)
(No 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 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
This game is over
had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some fire and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's over in dim tones
And all our showing
In the heat of the moment
So till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The with 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 sueño con tenerte)
If only time go slower
If only space us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you our goes strong
If time go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This is over
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They saying 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 debería aparecer ahora)
(No 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 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
This game is over
had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some fire and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's over in dim tones
And all our showing
In the heat of the moment
So till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The with 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 sueño con tenerte)
If only time go slower
If only space us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you our goes strong
If time go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This is over
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