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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