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Every Single Night 
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by Fiona Apple
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Every night, I endure the flight
Of little 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 second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the in, no
single night's a light with my brain
What do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
What 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 what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna open
The rib is the and is the yolk
And I just a for us to choke on
Every single night's a fight my brain
I just to everything
I want to feel everything
I to feel everything
So I'm try to be still now
Gonna the mill a little 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 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
single night's a fight
And every single fight's with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I want to feel everything
I want to feel everything
I just want to everything
Of little 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 second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the in, no
single night's a light with my brain
What do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
What 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 what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna open
The rib is the and is the yolk
And I just a for us to choke on
Every single night's a fight my brain
I just to everything
I want to feel everything
I to feel everything
So I'm try to be still now
Gonna the mill a little 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 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
single night's a fight
And every single fight's with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I want to feel everything
I want to feel everything
I just want to everything
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