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This Game Is Over 
Medium
by Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When and sick precisions at night
I guess 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 desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
for the dim martyrs
They were saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers
If you believe 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
fire and brimstone
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 the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The 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 go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our strong
If only time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers...
If you that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
game is over
This game is over
I guess 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 desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
for the dim martyrs
They were saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic
He without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we could be more just lovers
If you believe 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
fire and brimstone
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 the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The 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 go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our strong
If only time could go slower
If only space could bring us closer
If we be more than just lovers...
If you that our love is not strong
This game is over
(Ohhh)
game is over
This game is over
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