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All those creepy little noises
All alone immersed in sin
Can not make you disappear
Looks like death has found me again
Now the nightmares are coming soon
And Iâll be very loud and dirty
Take it all in, write it all down
Record it for the history of hurt
I record it for the history of hurt
Gave you everything i was
That was cold and gray and dim
'Long about now she'd had enough
Now it's too late to repent
She can hold her head up high
As she's walkin' out the door
The barrel tastes good in his mouth
Gonna go out like he came in all alone
We all go out like we come in all alone
And on that pretty stucco wall
Thereâll be blood and bone and brain
All caught up in a painter's swirl
Just like Van Gogh and his last great work of art
I want to be Van Gogh and his last great of work of art
Yeah, just like Van Gogh and his last great work of art.
All those creepy little noises
Now Iâm alone and immersed in sin
Can not make you disappear
Looks like death has found me.