Every single night
| I endure the flight
| of little wings of
| white flamed
| Butterflied in my brain
| These ideas of mine
| percolate the mind
| Trickle dawn 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
| feelins in
| Every single night's
| alright with my brain
| What'd i say to her
| What'd i say it to her
| What does she
| think of me
| That i'm not what
| i ought to be
| That i'm what i try
| not to be
| It's got to e somebody
| elese's ault
| 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
| gonna bust open
| The rib is the shell
| and the heart is the
| yolk yoke and
| I just made a meal
| for us both to choke on
| Every single night's
| a fight with my brain
| I just want to feel
| everything
| I just want to feel
| I just want to feel
| So i'm gonna try
| to be stIll now
| Gonna renounce
| the mIll a little
| while and
| If we had adouble
| kingsized bed
| We could move in
| it and i'd soon forget
| That what i amis
| what i am cauase
| i does what i does
| And maybe i'd relax
| let my breast shot
| bust open
| My heart's made of
| parts of all that
| surround me
| And that's hy the
| devl just can't get
| sround me
| Every sinle night's
| alright every sinle
| night's a fight
| An every single fight's
| alright with my brain
| I just want to feel
| everything
| I just want to feel
| everything
| I just want to feel
| everything
| I just want to feel
| everything
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| Every Single Night
| Fiona Apple |
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