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This Game Is Over 
Medium
de Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When and sick precisions awaiting at night
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, me, right
Just caught the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers
If you believe that our is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind and talks, smoke
and brimstone
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 and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
and growing 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 veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe 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, me, right
Just caught the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers
If you believe that our is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind and talks, smoke
and brimstone
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 and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
and growing 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 veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This is over
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