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Bachelors' Talk

Falling in utopia of love Mesmerized like a dove People hate you move For you are not yourself Why? Why? Why? That’s my question to you I started like a joke Blended like culture I was The traps are hard to evade You say to me that My brother from another mother Hate is what it turns to at last Best friends make worst enemies Love is no joke People get it wrong To this monster slaves they become Come back home Bachelorhood is our style Once I was a ruthless brother A wounded buffalo I became Every hole I poked my horns I tell you There is more danger in the brotherhood But I blame no one It was not their cause This is my cross Heavy it is and the mountain is rough But I have to match Nothing I will say My other friends will learn from you You’ll die poor and rich Poor of love Rich of sorrows Love is no reach But smoke and mirrors painted illusion Go on boy If the road becomes dark and unbearable I hope I’ll have a place to call home For the sake of our good days Why tread along if you know the dangers For you have the waters right here K is always a constant Bye my brother I must do this alone If I find happiness I know you will follow me That you will never get Only the one up there knows God of love is only a name Let me go and know that for sure

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