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This Game Is Over 
Medium
by Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When and sick 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 this funeral desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They saying amen
and swinging automatics
Got the mics erratic
It so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only bring us closer
If we be more lovers
If you that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind and talks, smoke
Some fire and brimstone
me we had our fun
But it's in dim tones
And all our 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 with dishonor to up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than lovers...
If you believe that our is not strong
This 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 this funeral desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They saying amen
and swinging automatics
Got the mics erratic
It so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only bring us closer
If we be more lovers
If you that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind and talks, smoke
Some fire and brimstone
me we had our fun
But it's in dim tones
And all our 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 with dishonor to up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time go slower
If only space bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than lovers...
If you believe that our is not strong
This is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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