The Cult — No. 13

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Number thirteen I feel like you sometimes like I don’t fit in
Number thirteen I feel like you sometimes I just don’t fit in
Number thirteen on the edge of the world no flash in their house
Number thirteen the odd one out you’re not cared you could chill

I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love
I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love
Number thirteen I look in your eyes innocent chimes
Like clouds and bad dreams follow you wherever you go
Fathers and saints salute you fathers and saints salute you
That’s no consolation when you’re doing time for someone else’s crime