Type Ex - Daan

My life was disco

now it’s a discount

a shopping mall of lust

I’m a salesman getting lost in my own supermarket

I’ve stolen my own credit card and passed my own date of expiration

I hate this place where everything is always new but everything is always cheap

I’m blinded by the crystal white neon

while I’m slowly drowning in my river of liquor

where the blonds buy black and the blacks buy blonde

looking like a shopper feeling like a gun

where I met my baby where I lost my baby

where I feel like an ex man

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say goodbye to yourself take off your shoe laces take off your belt

drive your car off the bridge

burn your ID your driving license and crash your mobile

lobotomy your anthology call your sister and say goodbye

forget where you live drop your keys put on a different tie

take the first exit and save yourself with a blackout

block all your accounts cease to be the one you are

7 suckers for 11 brides cause now you’re only an ex man

type ex ex type

you’re an ex man

type ex ex type

looking like a shopper feeling like a gun

forget who you are you’re an ex man

type ex ex type