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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... |
