11.No. 13
The Cult
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
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