Crumb Thirty-Nine

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I left my heart inside my brain
The dirty nine is still the same
When the spirit comes through you'll shape to the ground
I hope they're ready for the hot, crispy sound.

I wash the windows, dry the frame
When I'm outside it starts to rain
I can't help feeling the spirit creep through the wall
The very sound it makes leaves me.