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This Game Is Over 
Medium
by Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
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When visions and precisions awaiting at night
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
for the dim martyrs
They were saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the erratic
It look so static, it's all as an attic
He knew without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces 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 just lovers
If you believe our love is not strong
game is over
This game is over
Never had to you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But still restricted
My 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 going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, like roses
Swollen and in the blast
The dishonor to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only could bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This is over
(Ohhh)
game is over
This game is over
I guess you'll be confessing soon
That you're evading me right
me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught with the fire, call me a liar
On this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
for the dim martyrs
They were saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics
Got the erratic
It look so static, it's all as an attic
He knew without you
(No aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No debería hacer que te enamoras)
(No jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(A veces 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 just lovers
If you believe our love is not strong
game is over
This game is over
Never had to you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But still restricted
My 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 going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, like roses
Swollen and in the blast
The dishonor to close up my past
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A creo que no debo)
(Y a veces con tenerte)
If only time could go slower
If only could bring us closer
If we could be more than just lovers
If you believe our love goes strong
If only time go slower
If only space could us closer
If we could be more than just lovers...
If you believe that our love is not strong
This is over
(Ohhh)
game is over
This game is over
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