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Every Single Night 
Medium
de Fiona Apple
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night, I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
of percolate the mind
Trickle 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
Every single night's a light with my brain
What do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
What 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
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and is the yolk
And I just need a for us to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I just to feel everything
I just to feel everything
I want to feel everything
So I'm gonna try to be now
Gonna renounce the a 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 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 single fight's alright with my brain
I just to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
Of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
of percolate the mind
Trickle 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
Every single night's a light with my brain
What do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
What 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
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and is the yolk
And I just need a for us to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I just to feel everything
I just to feel everything
I want to feel everything
So I'm gonna try to be now
Gonna renounce the a 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 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 single fight's alright with my brain
I just to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
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