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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 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 the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
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?
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 bust open
The rib is the shell and heart is the yolk
And I just need a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
So I'm gonna try to be now
Gonna 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 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 single fight's alright with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just to everything
I want to everything
I just want to feel everything
Of 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 the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
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?
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 bust open
The rib is the shell and heart is the yolk
And I just need a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
So I'm gonna try to be now
Gonna 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 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 single fight's alright with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just to everything
I want to everything
I just want to feel everything
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