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This Game Is Over 
Medium
by Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When and sick precisions awaiting at night
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're me right
Hating me, right, me, right
caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar 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 is not strong
This game is over
This is over
Never had to doubt you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections restricted
My 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, roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces 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 just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're me right
Hating me, right, me, right
caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar 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 is not strong
This game is over
This is over
Never had to doubt you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections restricted
My 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, roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to up my past
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías tentar a la suerte)
(A veces 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 just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time could go slower
If only could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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