The Magnetic Fields - Irma | Текст песни

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D A
Irma waits by the window,
C G
Vaguely looking down at her socks
D A
And humming. Possibly her
C G
Father will come home with a box
D C
Of chocolates. Possibly
D C
Not. Father's memory
D A
Was never what it once was.
C G
Shouldn't really drive anymore,
D A
Either. As if in answer,
C G
With a sound like blowing up your
D C
Ears, Father's jeep crashes
D C
Through Irma's wall. She says
D A
Bad words as several hundred
C G
Boxes of her favorite kind
D A
Of chocolate fill her bedroom.
C G
But she doesn't actually mind

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