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Lyrics are listed in song order!
1. Pardon Me
A decade ago, I never thought I would be, at twenty- three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion, woe-is-me. But I guess that it comes with the territory; an ominous landscape of never ending calamity. I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me. So pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me...I'll never be the same. Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees. I said, "I can relate," 'cause lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth. Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...and thinking so much differently. So pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me...I'll never be the same.
2. Stellar
Meet me in outer space. We could spend the night; watch the earth come up. I've grown tired of that place; won't you come with me? We could start again. How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew. Meet me in outer space. I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights. I need you to see this place, it might be the only way that I can show you how it feels to be inside of you. How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew. You are stellar.
3. Make Yourself
If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow. If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now. If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow. Powers that be would have swallowed me up, but that's more than I can allow. If you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mache. At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you crumble and blow away. If you let them fuckyou, there will be no . But rest assured, they'll screw you complete til' your ass is blue and grey. You should make amends with you. If only for better health. But if you really want to live, why not try and make yourself? If I hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now. I won't let 'em make me, it's more than I can allow. So when I make me, I won't be papier-mache. And if I fuck me I'll fuck me in my own way. You should make amends with you. If only for better health. But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself? Make Yourself.
4. Crowded Elevator
Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go. Thirteen suited strangers makes a crowded elevator slow. And I've got a million words and phrases on the tip of my tongue. For the only non-stranger next to me, soon she'll know. Know, know. So let them stare. If I could, think I would give in. And let you in on how I feel. Need to spill, let all of it out right now, and expose every inch in front of them. Twelve more floors your eyes and mine are all I need to come clean. Or should I wait for the lobby, spare the lies of some 26 nervous eyes? They argue by the little red numbers passing by.
If I wait one minute longer, I think I will die. Die, die. It isn't fair.
If I could, think I would give in. And let you in on how I feel. Need to spill, let all of it out right now, and expose every inch in front of them. If I could, think I would give in. And let you in on how I feel. Need to spill, let all of it out right now, and expose every inch in front of them. You help me to feel safe and know all the while I've been so inquisitive. I can't go back 'cause now I know how it feels to open up and breathe. I can't go back cuz now I...I can't go back 'cause now I...I can't go back 'cause now I...If I could, think I would give in. And let you in on how I feel. Need to spill, let all of it out right now, and expose every inch in front of them. Yeah, in front of them.
5. Favourite Things
I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty, and I know everything you hate in me. Fill me up with over-pious badgerings, to throw them up, oh, one of my favourite things. Remember all the lessons fed to me? Me the young sponge, so ready to agree. Years have gone; I recognize the walking dead, now aware that I'm alive and way ahead. Too bad the things that make you mad are my favourite things. And I'm so happy. I see you looking, I know that you're thinking that I'll never go anywhere. The things that I've done and the things that I've seen, I don't really expect you to care.
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