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This Game Is Over 
Medium
by Alejandro Sanz & Emeli Sandé & Jamie Foxx
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
When visions and sick precisions at night
I you'll be confessing soon
That you're me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught the fire, me a liar
On part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
Spraying and with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all as an attic
He without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(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 just lovers
If you believe our is not strong
This is over
This game is over
had to you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
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 the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with to close up my past
(No debería ahora)
(No mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces 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 goes strong
If only 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
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
I you'll be confessing soon
That you're me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught the fire, me a liar
On part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs
They were amen
Spraying and with automatics
Got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all as an attic
He without you
(No debería aparecer ahora)
(No deberías mirarme así)
(No hacer que te enamoras)
(No deberías jugar así)
(Tú no deberías estar en mi persona)
(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 just lovers
If you believe our is not strong
This is over
This game is over
had to you
But wounds were inflicted
Perusing them soon
But recollections still restricted
My mind talks and talks, smoke
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 the goading
Get going and now is growing
And you rolling and throttling, falling roses
Swollen and growing in the blast
The throne with to close up my past
(No debería ahora)
(No mirarme así)
(No tentar a la suerte)
(A veces creo que no debo)
(Y a veces 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 goes strong
If only 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
(Ohhh)
This game is over
This game is over
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