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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 guess you'll be confessing soon
you're me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral about desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
were saying amen
Spraying and 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 que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers
If you that our love is not strong
This game is over
This is over
Never had to doubt you
But these 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 over in dim tones
And all our showing
In the heat of the moment
So potent till the goading
Get and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No debería ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías a la suerte)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time go slower
If only could us closer
If we could be than just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
game is over
I guess you'll be confessing soon
you're me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral about desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
were saying amen
Spraying and 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 que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be than just lovers
If you that our love is not strong
This game is over
This is over
Never had to doubt you
But these 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 over in dim tones
And all our showing
In the heat of the moment
So potent till the goading
Get and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
and growing in the blast
The throne with dishonor to close up my past
(No debería ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No deberías a la suerte)
(A veces que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time go slower
If only could us closer
If we could be than just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
game is over
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