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This Game Is Over 
Medium
by Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When visions and sick at night
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
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 debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game 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 of the moment
So potent 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 debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we be more lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe that our 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
caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
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 debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
This game 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 of the moment
So potent 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 debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we be more lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only could go slower
If space could bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe that our is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This is over
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