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The of Oblivion
(Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Nations)

Between the of the interstate overpass
And the Sun building stretching twenty-four stories to the skies
Car tires and cat's eyes sing a
He walks the like he's dancing on fire
He climbs the fire escape like there's no place higher than his
He can feel all upon him when he moves
If you see me be hypnotized
From the fourteenth row I see on his hands
Outside Church Street where all the people sing
Hail to the King of

He's born on Friday but he's child
From his room down the I hear his radio dialed to a
Broadway
As ashes on beer cans make their

If you see me I will be
From my empty row I feel to my feet
Outside it's Church Street where all the people
Hail to the King of

And he around him
And he himself alone
But rewards of
Are yet to be had, to be had

If you see me be hypnotized
the fourteenth row I see rust on his hands
Outside it's Church where all the people sing
Hail to the of oblivion

If you see me I'll be
From my empty row I feel moved to my
When his is complete I hear the people sing
to the King of oblivion
Of