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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 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 about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all the end
for the dim martyrs
They were amen
Spraying and swinging automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all as an attic
He without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías 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 space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This 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 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 rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No así)
(No deberías a la suerte)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers
If you our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only could us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
is over
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 about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all the end
for the dim martyrs
They were amen
Spraying and swinging automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all as an attic
He without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías 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 space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This 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 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 rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No así)
(No deberías a la suerte)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers
If you our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only could us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
is over
is over
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