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This Game Is Over 
Medium
de Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When and sick precisions 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 about desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
were saying amen
Spraying and 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 que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no estar en mi persona)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces 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 our love is not strong
game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still 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, roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers...
If you believe that our 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 me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
were saying amen
Spraying and 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 que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no estar en mi persona)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces 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 our love is not strong
game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still 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, roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers...
If you believe that our is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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