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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 of percolate the mind
down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling 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 in, no
Every night's a with 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 what I am is what I am, 'cause I what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and heart is the yolk
And I a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I just want to everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to everything
So I'm gonna try to be still now
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 maybe I'd relax, let my breast just bust open
My heart's made of of all that's around me
And that's why the devil can't get around me
Every single night's alright
Every night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain
I just to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I want to feel everything
I to feel everything
Of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
These of percolate the mind
down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling 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 in, no
Every night's a with 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 what I am is what I am, 'cause I what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and heart is the yolk
And I a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I just want to everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to everything
So I'm gonna try to be still now
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 maybe I'd relax, let my breast just bust open
My heart's made of of all that's around me
And that's why the devil can't get around me
Every single night's alright
Every night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain
I just to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I want to feel everything
I to feel everything
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