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Thirteenth child of a thirteenth child

Born in the back streets and growing up wild

Thirteenth son of a thirteenth son

What was my sin

Oh what have I done

Why am I cursed to walk alone

Where is the love that I’ve never known

No hand is open there is no one

For the thirteenth child, Saturday’s son

Thirteen letters spell my name

Born with a shriek and a scream of pain

Thirteenth hour of the thirteenth day

Left with a mark that will stay and stay

Why am I cursed to walk this land

Searching for one friendly hand

There is no pleasure, not one bit of fun

For the thirteenth child, Saturday’s son

Somebody somewhere, help me please

And just say one kind word for me

And let the spell come undone

For the thirteenth child, Saturday’s son

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