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This Game Is Over 
Medium
by 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 evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught with the fire, call me a liar
On funeral part about desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
Spraying and automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no deberías en mi persona)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks 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 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 mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers...
If you believe 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 evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught with the fire, call me a liar
On funeral part about desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
Spraying and automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no deberías en mi persona)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks 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 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 mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers...
If you believe our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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