Текст песни American Lesion - Opinion
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The first thing I remember was the friction in the roomAnd that brown spinnett piano that never played in tuneThe cruel impatient tyrant, the frustrated malcontentThe need to find the pieces, and the absence of cementNo one ever told me about the right way to loveAnd no one ever showed me what were supposed to be made ofSo dont be too forthright about what you think that I should beAnd Ill willingly accept your low opinion of meThe last thing I remember was the slamming of the doorAnd the resonance of my imperfection broke the silence once moreThe selfish angry bastard who doesnt want to hearI tried to learn compassion you turned the other earNo one ever told me about the right way to loveAnd no one ever showed me what were supposed to be made ofSo dont be too forthright about what you think that I should beAnd Ill willingly accept your low opinion of meThe worn out broken record who doesnt fit the moldThe righteous independent, the mood so harsh and coldMomma never told me about the right way to loveAnd daddy never showed me what were supposed to be made ofSo dont be too forthright about what you think that I should beAnd Ill willingly accept your low opinion of me