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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 awaiting at night
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
caught with the fire, me a liar
On this funeral part desire
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 look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería 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 bring us closer
If we be more lovers
If you that our is not strong
This is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But wounds were inflicted
them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some 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 the goading
Get and now is growing
And you and throttling, 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 que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This is over
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
caught with the fire, me a liar
On this funeral part desire
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 look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería 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 bring us closer
If we be more lovers
If you that our is not strong
This is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But wounds were inflicted
them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some 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 the goading
Get and now is growing
And you and throttling, 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 que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This is over
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