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This Game Is Over 
Medium
de Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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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, call me a liar
On this funeral about 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 aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If only could bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind 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 the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
Swollen and in the blast
The throne 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 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 our goes strong
If only time could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers...
If you that our is not strong
game is over
(Ohhh)
This 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
caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral about 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 aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If only could bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind 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 the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
Swollen and in the blast
The throne 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 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 our goes strong
If only time could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers...
If you that our is not strong
game is over
(Ohhh)
This is over
This game is over
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