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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 you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
me, right, waiting me, right
caught with the fire, me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
for the dim martyrs
They saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías 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 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
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections restricted
My mind 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 till the goading
Get and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The with to close up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(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 than just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe our is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
I you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
me, right, waiting me, right
caught with the fire, me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
for the dim martyrs
They saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It so static, it's all dark as an attic
He knew you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías 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 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
This game is over
Never had to doubt you
But these wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections restricted
My mind 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 till the goading
Get and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The with to close up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(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 than just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe our is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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