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The list has been long full of complaints full of desires full of things That keep me amused I don't even want Some say I got lucky She poured down on me When I didn't have a place to sleep But you said it was fine that way All I need is this bed And this guitar what more what more I have everything I have everything I have everything but you I hang around the place you do laundry And I don't even wash a thing You say that it's cool we're such good friends I already know plenty of those friends But not the kind I want to kiss