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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 me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
were saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe that our is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to you
But these wounds 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 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, falling like roses
Swollen and in the blast
The throne dishonor to up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No 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 love goes strong
If only time go slower
If space could us closer
If we could be more than lovers...
If you that our love 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
Just with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
were saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe that our is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to you
But these wounds 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 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, falling like roses
Swollen and in the blast
The throne dishonor to up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No 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 love goes strong
If only time go slower
If space could us closer
If we could be more than lovers...
If you that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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