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

Between the refuge of the overpass
And the Sun State building stretching stories to the skies
Car tires and eyes sing a lullaby
He walks the like he's dancing on fire
He climbs the fire escape like there's no place higher his room
He can feel all eyes upon him he moves
If you see me be hypnotized
From the fourteenth row I see rust on his
Outside it's Church Street where all the people
Hail to the of oblivion

He's born on Friday but he's Saturday's
From his room the hall I hear his radio dialed to a
serenade
As ashes on beer make their promenade

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

And he looks him
And he himself alone
But of unconsciousness
Are yet to be had, to be had

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

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