The Maker - Poliça
Below is the lyrics of the song The Maker , artist - Poliça with translation
Lyrics " The Maker "
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The Maker
Poliça
Maker of the lips I kiss
Maker of the life I miss
There’s the boss who draws the gun
White balloon the setting sun
No I can’t roll cuz I’m too lonely
Oh my god why won’t you hold me
He won’t love me like that
He won’t love me like that
Maker of the lips I kiss
Maker of the life I miss
There’s a boss who draws the gun
White balloon the setting sun
No I can’t roll cuz I’m too lonely
Oh my god why won’t you hold me
He won’t love me like that
He won’t love me like that
He won’t love me like that
No I can’t roll cuz I’m too lonely
Oh my god why won’t you hold me
He won’t love me like that
He won’t love me like that
He won’t love me
He won’t love me like that
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