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Every Single Night 
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de Fiona Apple
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Every single night, I the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
These ideas of mine percolate the mind
Trickle the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's the pain in
Like a second skeleton
to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the in, no
single night's a light with my brain
What do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
What does she think of me?
That I'm not I ought to be
That I'm what I try not to be
It's got to be somebody else's fault
I can't get caught
If what I am is what I am, 'cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna open
The rib is the shell and heart is the yolk
And I just a for us both to on
Every single night's a fight my brain
I just want to everything
I to everything
I want to feel everything
So I'm try to be now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while and
If we had a double king size bed
We could move in it and I'd soon forget
If what I am is what I am, 'cause I does what I does
And I'd relax, let my breast bust open
My heart's of parts of all that's around me
And that's why the can't get around me
Every single night's alright
Every single night's a fight
And every fight's alright with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
Of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
These ideas of mine percolate the mind
Trickle the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's the pain in
Like a second skeleton
to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the in, no
single night's a light with my brain
What do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
What does she think of me?
That I'm not I ought to be
That I'm what I try not to be
It's got to be somebody else's fault
I can't get caught
If what I am is what I am, 'cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna open
The rib is the shell and heart is the yolk
And I just a for us both to on
Every single night's a fight my brain
I just want to everything
I to everything
I want to feel everything
So I'm try to be now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while and
If we had a double king size bed
We could move in it and I'd soon forget
If what I am is what I am, 'cause I does what I does
And I'd relax, let my breast bust open
My heart's of parts of all that's around me
And that's why the can't get around me
Every single night's alright
Every single night's a fight
And every fight's alright with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
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