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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 of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
These ideas of percolate the mind
down the spine
the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's the pain in
Like a second skeleton
to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in, no
single night's a light with my brain
What do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
she 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 what I am is what I am, 'cause I does I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's open
The rib is the shell and heart is the yolk
And I just need a meal for us both to on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I just to everything
I just want to feel everything
I want to feel everything
So I'm gonna try to be still now
renounce the mill a while and
If we had a 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 me
And that's why the just can't get me
Every night's alright
Every night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just want to everything
I just want to feel everything
I just to feel everything
Of of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
These ideas of percolate the mind
down the spine
the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's the pain in
Like a second skeleton
to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in, no
single night's a light with my brain
What do I say to her?
Why do I say it to her?
she 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 what I am is what I am, 'cause I does I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's open
The rib is the shell and heart is the yolk
And I just need a meal for us both to on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I just to everything
I just want to feel everything
I want to feel everything
So I'm gonna try to be still now
renounce the mill a while and
If we had a 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 me
And that's why the just can't get me
Every night's alright
Every night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just want to everything
I just want to feel everything
I just to feel everything
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