Other Exercises
This Game Is Over 
Medium
by Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
visions and sick precisions awaiting at night
I guess you'll be soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all the end
Going for the dim martyrs
were amen
Spraying and swinging 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 deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This is over
had to you
But these wounds were inflicted
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 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 dishonor to up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a sueño 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 goes strong
If only could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more 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 soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all the end
Going for the dim martyrs
were amen
Spraying and swinging 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 deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This is over
had to you
But these wounds were inflicted
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 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 dishonor to up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a sueño 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 goes strong
If only could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more lovers...
If you believe our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
Click any word to get definition.
( Automatic Translation )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
