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Every Single Night 
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by Fiona Apple
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Every single night, I endure the flight
Of little 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 pain in
Like a second skeleton
Trying 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?
What does she think of me?
That I'm not what I 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 does what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's bust open
The rib is the shell and 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 want to everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
So I'm try to be still now
Gonna renounce the a little while and
If we had a double king size bed
We could move in it and I'd 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 devil can't get me
Every night's alright
single night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain
I want to feel everything
I want to everything
I just want to everything
I just want to everything
Of little 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 pain in
Like a second skeleton
Trying 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?
What does she think of me?
That I'm not what I 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 does what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's bust open
The rib is the shell and 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 want to everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
So I'm try to be still now
Gonna renounce the a little while and
If we had a double king size bed
We could move in it and I'd 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 devil can't get me
Every night's alright
single night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain
I want to feel everything
I want to everything
I just want to everything
I just want to everything
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