Holy Dotage Lyrics
by Magazine
The inessentials of my soul
Like flies I dropped them
Oh, I let them go
Because nothing would've stopped them.
In my holy dotage...
More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever
I slowly absorb the news
But I absorb it wrong
And instead of getting weaker
Yes I just got strong.
POST-CHORUS
They say history never really repeats itself...
But it nearly always rhymes.
Fresh from the narrative of the universe...
Here they come - crisp new designs!
Dim, diminished seventh of myself
My fat mouth is slobbering on
The inessentials of my soul
I've reduced them to one.
CHORUS x 2
POST-CHORUS
(j13)
Fresh from the narrative of the universe...
Here they come - crisp new designs!
SOLO (VERSE-chords)
CHORUS x 3
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