Brother
You know me better than anyone
You love me more than all
My jealousy towards the second son
At first I wanted you to fall
Following me 'round with foot and eye
You imitated everything
While I was reaching for the sky
To me, you were aspiring
But then that summer Freshman year
Things did surely change
I no longer wanted to steer clear
Only myself there was to blame
Now I love you more than all
Together we will rise and fall
Oh Second Prince, my confidant
Your achievements I so gladly flaunt
Jealousy, there is no more
Evil gone, our love restored
Cain failed to rear his ugly head
And now we're friends until we're dead
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