Irma Lyrics & Chords By Max Capote

Irma waits by the window, Vaguely looking down at her socks And humming. Possibly her Father will come home with a box Of chocolates. Possibly Not. Father's memory Was...read more

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It is night Irma's lying next to me It is dark I hear sounds disturbing me Several people are entering the room I can't move I can't reach my weapon The people (all...read more