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This Game Is Over 
Medium
de Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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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
caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all as an attic
He knew without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we be more just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But wounds were inflicted
them soon
But still restricted
My mind and talks, smoke
Some 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 and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo 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 than just lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only time could 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
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all as an attic
He knew without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we be more just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But wounds were inflicted
them soon
But still restricted
My mind and talks, smoke
Some 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 and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo 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 than just lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only time could 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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