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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 wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
of percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's when the pain comes in
Like a skeleton
to fit 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 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 else's fault
I can't get caught
If what I am is I am, 'cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and heart is the yolk
And I just need a for us to choke on
Every night's a fight with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just want to everything
I to everything
So I'm try to be now
renounce the mill a little and
If we had a double king bed
We in it and I'd soon forget
If what I am is what I am, 'cause I does what I does
And I'd relax, let my breast just bust open
My heart's made of parts 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 alright with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I want to feel everything
I to feel everything
Of wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain
of percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's when the pain comes in
Like a skeleton
to fit 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 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 else's fault
I can't get caught
If what I am is I am, 'cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and heart is the yolk
And I just need a for us to choke on
Every night's a fight with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just want to everything
I to everything
So I'm try to be now
renounce the mill a little and
If we had a double king bed
We in it and I'd soon forget
If what I am is what I am, 'cause I does what I does
And I'd relax, let my breast just bust open
My heart's made of parts 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 alright with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I want to feel everything
I to feel everything
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