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Hang Tibetan paintings on my bedroom wall Stick stars on the ceiling so I don't feel so small God I wish I could call you, what the hell would I say? Hope you're feeling better, we should hang out some day Oh please Don't you swallow Pills like parma violets Again Once you showed me a secret dollar as a moth It burely shivered, its wings were so soft Then it flew up to the flourescent light I knew right then that you would be alright Oh please Don't you swallow Pills like parma violets Again Our lives are prisims the light beams through Refracting colors is what we do We're different shades of the same blue But at least we're true, at least we're true Oh please Don't you swallow Pills like parma violets Again