The Amendment Lyrics by The Sheila Divine
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sometimes i cry murder
at the top of my lungs
often when i smile
mischief runs wild


and you're right
it's my fear
well it's my fear
of making sense

frequently i question
the virtue of man
always at high tide
the burden, the sinking of plans

and you're right
it's my fear
well it's my fear
of making sense

and i'm done
i'm just pink
in the middle
at the stake
sometimes i cry murder   at the top of my lungs   often when i smile   mischief runs wild         and you're right   it's my fear   well it's my fear   of making sense      frequently i question   the virtue of man   always at high tide   the burden, the sinking of plans      and you're right   it's my fear   well it's my fear   of making sense      and i'm done   i'm just pink   in the middle   at the stake