Snapshots of a childhood, pictures of a boy.
How could they be photos of me.
Seems so unfamiliar, seems so long ago, looks like a foreign country.
How did I get from there to here, who is this boy that I see?

I think you've given me the wrong film back again, how many times does this have to happen?
Now some Indian-looking kid, has photos of me at dream-world.

I don't care if other customers are waiting, no I will not lower my voice.
Don't look at them, they're not gonna help you.
What are you prepared to do for me?
Oh, I just remembered, what's on the rest of that film.

You've got a lot of explaining to do when the woman in the sari comes back.
I'm pretty sure her religious beliefs are not in line with my photos.

When I think about the boy in those photos I wonder what he thinks of me.
I hope that indian woman doesn't judge me, I have a lot of respect for her culture.
I ripped all my Salman Rushdie.
I really cant express how mortified I am about this situation.
f___ this, I'm going digital.

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