I sit and concentrate, and try hard not to hate my enemies
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I try to picture them dressed up as furry little bunnies
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But when I look into their glass eyes
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I can see they're cold and hard and pink
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Hopping 'round, hopping on their two legs
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Cute little legs, hopping around and...
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I think of dictators who were known to have been especial brutes
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And I try to picture them gathered together in their bathing suits
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But when I look down at their bodies
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I can see they're warm and soft and pink
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Standing around, standing on their two legs
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Two little legs, standing around and...
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I try to meditate, control my hate just like I know I should
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But I can't help myself, and I keep it up because it feels so good
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But when I look down at my belly
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I can see it's pink and soft and weak
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Kneeling down, kneeling on my two legs
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Two skinny legs, I'm kneeling down and...
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