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Every Single Night 
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by Fiona Apple
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Every night, I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
ideas of percolate the mind
Trickle the spine
the belly, to a blaze
That's when the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in, no
Every single night's a my brain
What do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
What does she of me?
That I'm not what 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 I am is what I am, 'cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the and heart is the yolk
And I just need a for us to choke on
night's a fight with my brain
I just want to everything
I want to feel everything
I just want to everything
So I'm gonna try to be still now
renounce the a while and
If we had a double king size bed
We could move in it and I'd soon forget
If I am is what I am, 'cause I what I does
And I'd relax, let my breast just bust open
My heart's made of parts of all that's around me
And that's why the devil just can't get me
Every single night's alright
Every single night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
Of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
ideas of percolate the mind
Trickle the spine
the belly, to a blaze
That's when the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in, no
Every single night's a my brain
What do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
What does she of me?
That I'm not what 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 I am is what I am, 'cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the and heart is the yolk
And I just need a for us to choke on
night's a fight with my brain
I just want to everything
I want to feel everything
I just want to everything
So I'm gonna try to be still now
renounce the a while and
If we had a double king size bed
We could move in it and I'd soon forget
If I am is what I am, 'cause I what I does
And I'd relax, let my breast just bust open
My heart's made of parts of all that's around me
And that's why the devil just can't get me
Every single night's alright
Every single night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
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