| Every single night
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| I endure the flight
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| Of little wings of white-flamed
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| Butterflies in my brain
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| These ideas of mine
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| Percolate the mind
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| Trickle down the spine
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| Swarm the belly, swellin' to a blaze
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| That’s where the pain comes in
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| Like a second skeleton
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| Tryin' to fit beneath the skin
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| I can’t fit the feelin’s in, oh
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| Every single night’s alight
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| With my brain, brain
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| I say to her, Why’d I say it to her?
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| What does she think of me?
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| That I’m not what I ought to be
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| That I’m what I try not to be
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| It’s got to be somebody else’s fault
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| I can’t get caught
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| If what I am is what I am
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| 'Cause I does what I does
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| Then brother get back, 'cause my breast’s gonna bust open
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| The rib is the shell
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| And a heart is the yolk
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| And I just made a meal for us both to choke on
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| Every single night’s a fight
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| With my brain, brain
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| I just wanna feel everything
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| I just wanna feel everything
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| I just wanna feel everything
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| So now I’m gonna try to be still now
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| Gonna renounce the mill a little while
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| And if we had a double-king-sized bed
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| We could move in it and I’d soon forget
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| That what I am is what I am
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| 'Cause I does what I does
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| And maybe I’d relax
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| Let my breast just bust open
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| My heart’s made of parts
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| Of all that surround me
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| And that’s why the devil just can’t get around me
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| Every single night’s alright
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| Every single night’s a fight
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| And every single fight’s alright
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| With my brain, brain
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| I just wanna feel everything
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| I just wanna feel everything
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| I just wanna feel everything
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| I just wanna feel everything |