Every Day Carry

It's chocolate chip cookie
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 Crappy crazy pizzas
 Your haircut's changed
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 It's every day carry
 You're a gift to me, nice party ice
 You're an individual cream bun
 It's chocolate chip cookie
 Crappy crazy pizzas
 It's all good though
 Look at that
 Looks like good quality earth
 I'm just a conduit
 Don't look at me
 I'm just the medium
 Your haircut's changed for charity
 Can you imagine the rent?
 I want big pearl
 A people person, these are the eyeholes
 A banging pasta bake, Müller corner, onions, orchids
 The smear test blues
 Put a shawl on that mannequin mate
 Can you imagine the rent?
 I want big pearl
 It's a light emitting diode
 It's a long nail story
 It's a dead hand tree
 Best friends forever
 It's everyday carry
 It's bad luck if you're the tree left at the edge
 Of the motorway when they clear the forest for a motorway
 You lose your friends and you're exposed
 You used to be in the thick of it
 Everything you knew ripped away
 Two fingers up to you, you wastrel
 That's my shopping trolley you're approaching
 Uninviting, just body bits
 Your haircut's changed
 You're a gift to me
 Nice party ice
 You're an individual cream bun
 Look at that
 Uninviting, just body bits
 Your haircut's changed
 I don't know how I feel he's fit but I think he might be
 Residual Pop Rocks in the mouth of your cab driver
 Drop what you're doing, let's get to the tip
 Droopy flute solo comes in now
 Galump lump
 Huge white geese please us all
 Major massive arsehole
 All the children say "I've got enchanted eggs"
 My beautiful restaurant
 Let's go, Jim
 My beautiful restaurant
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 Now it seems like none of that meant anything
 A sugared armpit, a roast potato on a long branch
 More spice, plans conceived in love
 A Ferrari with a license plate that says T337H
 Bambino
 What a cruel heartless bastard you are
 Welcome to hell
 Keep up with it all, be nice
 Try to maintain high energy and don't bring everyone down
 In matching soft brown tank top
 I just can't creep comfortably anymore
 Paper thin skin covers hands and hollow cheeks
 Must I look at my belly in the mirror?
 Must I belly in the mirror?
 A thing in the past
 Your own personal fatberg, homemade
 I'm confused
 Ready to cut loose
 Sherlock Holmes Museum of break ups
 Wait an hour for a pancake, make it larger, build it up
 I don't mind, I'm happy either way
 I dunno, what's the point?
 You actually smell like garbage
 Every one of them looks a tit
 I'm not gonna lie
 It's daunting choreography
 But I'm gonna bring it all the same
 I just want to put something positive into the world
 But it's hard because I'm so full of poisonous rage
 It's all well and good you saying that, but I need more
 Keep up with it all, be nice
 I just can't creep comfortably
 Curtains always closed