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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 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 part about desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
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 debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no estar en mi persona)
(A 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 be than just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to you
But these wounds inflicted
Perusing 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 and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías a la suerte)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we be more just lovers
If you our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be than just lovers...
If you that our love is not strong
This is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
I 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 part about desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
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 debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no estar en mi persona)
(A 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 be than just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to you
But these wounds inflicted
Perusing 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 and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías a la suerte)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we be more just lovers
If you our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be than just lovers...
If you that our love is not strong
This is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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