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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 wings 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 in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in, no
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 I ought to be
I'm what I try not to be
It's got to be else's fault
I can't get caught
If what I am is I am, 'cause I what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the and heart is the yolk
And I need a meal for us to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I to feel everything
I just to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
So I'm gonna try to be now
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 what I does
And maybe I'd relax, let my breast just open
My heart's made of of all that's around me
And that's why the devil can't get around me
Every single night's alright
Every single night's a fight
And every single fight's with my brain
I to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just to feel everything
Of wings 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 in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in, no
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 I ought to be
I'm what I try not to be
It's got to be else's fault
I can't get caught
If what I am is I am, 'cause I what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the and heart is the yolk
And I need a meal for us to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I to feel everything
I just to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
So I'm gonna try to be now
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 what I does
And maybe I'd relax, let my breast just open
My heart's made of of all that's around me
And that's why the devil can't get around me
Every single night's alright
Every single night's a fight
And every single fight's with my brain
I to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just to feel everything
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