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This Game Is Over 
Medium
de Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When and sick awaiting at night
I you'll be confessing 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 about desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
Spraying and automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look 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 deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My talks and talks, smoke
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 going and now is growing
And you 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 mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If only could bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If time could go slower
If only could us closer
If we could be than lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
I you'll be confessing 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 about desire
sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
Spraying and automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look 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 deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a sueño con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our love is not strong
This game is over
This game is over
Never had to you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My talks and talks, smoke
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 going and now is growing
And you 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 mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only could go slower
If only could bring us closer
If we could be more than lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If time could go slower
If only could us closer
If we could be than lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This is over
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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