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I was born in a cradle of love

I had two brothers who beat me up

When I was seven years old I had a friend named Tom

And when we were together I didn't want to go homeWhen I was fifteen, 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 homeI was twenty 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 homeIm twenty-six and I still love you

But as far as the world goes I still dont have a clue

What it's for or what its about

But until I find out, I'll just call it home