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Morning's come and knocked me flat
With bad TV and all of that
But I have a vision or two
Images of the night before
The bitter walk up to your door
The delicate situation that I blew
We headed down through the town
To your wealthy patron's stomping ground
And he got a drink in for you
Then I saw her in the street
Long black hair and nothing on her feet
Walking with a purpose I've seen in few
She was waving the Spanish Flag
I caught up with the girl
Her flag held tight and then unfurled
In some dance I'd never seen
With a voice warm and low
She asked me if I'd like to go
Out into the fields
We must have walked for a mile
Before she unleashed a smile
And said thanks for taking me home
She started to walk up her path
But something made her turn back
And I said you should be careful out on your own
Then she gave me the Spanish Flag