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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 guess you'll be 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 desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
for the dim martyrs
They were saying amen
and swinging automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all as an attic
He you
(No debería ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If time could go slower
If space could us closer
If we be more than lovers
If you that our love 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 still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some fire and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's in dim tones
And all our sins showing
In the 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 debería 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 time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only time go slower
If only space us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
I guess you'll be 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 desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
for the dim martyrs
They were saying amen
and swinging automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all as an attic
He you
(No debería ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces sueño con tenerte)
If time could go slower
If space could us closer
If we be more than lovers
If you that our love 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 still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
Some fire and brimstone
Telling me we had our fun
But it's in dim tones
And all our sins showing
In the 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 debería 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 time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe our goes strong
If only time go slower
If only space us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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