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Every Single Night 
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de Fiona Apple
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single night, I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
These ideas of mine percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's when the pain comes in
Like a skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in, no
single night's a light with my brain
do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
does she think of me?
That I'm not what I ought to be
That I'm 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
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 on
single night's a fight with my brain
I want to everything
I to feel everything
I just want to everything
So I'm gonna try to be still now
Gonna the mill a while and
If we had a 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 maybe I'd relax, let my breast just bust open
My heart's made of of all that's me
And that's why the devil just can't get around me
Every 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 want to everything
I 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 down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's when the pain comes in
Like a skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in, no
single night's a light with my brain
do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
does she think of me?
That I'm not what I ought to be
That I'm 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
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 on
single night's a fight with my brain
I want to everything
I to feel everything
I just want to everything
So I'm gonna try to be still now
Gonna the mill a while and
If we had a 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 maybe I'd relax, let my breast just bust open
My heart's made of of all that's me
And that's why the devil just can't get around me
Every 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 want to everything
I want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
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