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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 evading me right
Hating me, right, me, right
caught the fire, call me a liar
On this part about desire
Seasons 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 without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers
If you that our love is not strong
is over
game is over
Never had to you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some fire and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's over in dim tones
And all our showing
In the of the moment
So potent till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we be more than lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This is over
(Ohhh)
is over
This is over
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, me, right
caught the fire, call me a liar
On this part about desire
Seasons 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 without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers
If you that our love is not strong
is over
game is over
Never had to you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some fire and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's over in dim tones
And all our showing
In the of the moment
So potent till the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we be more than lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This is over
(Ohhh)
is over
This is over
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