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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 in my brain
These ideas of mine percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's the 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 my brain
What 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
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 a meal for us to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I to feel everything
I want to feel everything
I just want to feel 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 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 just can't get around me
Every single night's alright
Every single night's a fight
And every single fight's my brain
I want to 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 in my brain
These ideas of mine percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's the 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 my brain
What 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
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 a meal for us to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I to feel everything
I want to feel everything
I just want to feel 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 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 just can't get around me
Every single night's alright
Every single night's a fight
And every single fight's my brain
I want to everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
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