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I was born in a cradle of love.

I had two brothers who beat me up

When I was 7 years old

I had a friend named Tom

And when we were together

I didn't want to go home

When I was 15, I was very confused

I made a bad habit out of breaking the rules

The kitchen window

Was my door to the night

And when I got caught

They made me stay home

I was 20 years old when I met you

And as soon I as saw you

I knew what I had to do

I still remember the way you looked

And how I wanted to tell you

I want to take you home

I'm 26 and I still love you

But as far as the world goes

I still don't have a clue

What it's for or what it's about

But until I find out,

I'll just call it home