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Wow! and I only need one thing Excuse me, where are the cameras? Aisle fourteen? Okay... Lost, in forest of clothes Lost, in parallels of furniture Lost, in children's dreams This place is so foreign. Lost in this store. Signs, language, so difficult everyone stares Why do they stare? I dress appropriately? Levi Nike North Face Hanes I'm dressed appropriately... Where are the clerks! Why does no one help you in America? And this sign, it makes no sense? Points... pointing to what? This place is so foreign. Ah, here is a lady, Get your hands off me Arab! Arab? I'm not Arab This place is so foreign.
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
Amirkar
Wow! and I only need one thing Excuse me, where are the cameras? Aisle fourteen? Okay... Lost, in forest of clothes Lost, in parallels of furniture Lost, in children's dreams This place is so foreign. Lost in this store. Signs, language, so difficult everyone stares Why do they stare? I dress appropriately? Levi Nike North Face Hanes I'm dressed appropriately... Where are the clerks! Why does no one help you in America? And this sign, it makes no sense? Points... pointing to what? This place is so foreign. Ah, here is a lady, Get your hands off me Arab! Arab? I'm not Arab This place is so foreign.
david-john-mowers
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
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