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In the morning she is wakingWith the gold dust in her hairShe is beauty, oh slightly brokenBut I love her laying thereSpanish lady, treat her kindlyFeel her warm tendernessLike Arkansas skies on the Fourth of JulyShe is painted on the nightAnd I'm free, freeFree, thank God I'm freeIn the morning she is wakingWith the gold dust in her hairShe is beauty, oh for just a tokenBut I can't evade her morning stareAnd I'm free, freeFree, thank God I'm freeWon't you please walk down to edit time with me?And I'm free Aus Songtexte Mania