Letra The Maker de Polica

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The Maker
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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 cause I’m too lonely
Oh my God, why won't you hold me

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 cause 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 cause 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 cause 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
He won’t love me like that


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