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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, waiting me, right
Just caught the fire, call me a liar
On funeral desire
Seasons 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 deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If time could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we could be lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's in dim tones
And all our sins 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
and growing in the blast
The throne 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 us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our love strong
If only time could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
is over
This game is over
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught the fire, call me a liar
On funeral desire
Seasons 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 deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If time could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we could be lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's in dim tones
And all our sins 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
and growing in the blast
The throne 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 us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our love strong
If only time could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
is over
This game is over
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