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Eight flights of stairs Leads me to explanation Still as the air of the breath I exhaled yesterday Well, I wasn't looking A simpleton in a pair of shoes Gets in my head with a rifle in pieces Images can always be conjured up And back down again When your life is spent watching the news as it happens Determined and impassioned To keep me in the basement And yet in my head Lies a rifle in pieces What kind of Dallas morning was it? Oh timeless, dateless morn' What kind of Dallas morning was it? Oh timeless, dateless morn' In the middle of the middle In the center of the center We will be In the riddle of all riddles Is that it is right before us What kind of Dallas morning was it? Oh timeless, dateless morn' What kind of Dallas morning was it? Oh timeless, dateless morn' |