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This Game Is Over 
Medium
by Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When visions and sick precisions at night
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
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 knew without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers
If you believe our 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 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 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 así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This is over
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
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 knew without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers
If you believe our 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 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 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 así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we be more than just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This is over
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