歌词
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 pill 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
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