The King of Oblivion
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(Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)
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Between the refuge of the interstate overpass
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And the Sun State building stretching twenty-four stories to the skies
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Car tires and cat's eyes sing a lullaby
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He walks the sidewalk like he's dancing on fire
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He climbs the fire escape like there's no place higher than his room
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He can feel all eyes upon him when he moves
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If you see me I'll be hypnotized
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From the fourteenth row I see rust on his hands
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Outside it's Church Street where all the people sing
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Hail to the King of oblivion
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He's born on Friday but he's Saturday's child
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From his room down the hall I hear his radio dialed to a
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Broadway serenade
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As ashes on beer cans make their promenade
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If you see me I will be mesmerized
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From my empty row I feel moved to my feet
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Outside it's Church Street where all the people sing
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Hail to the King of oblivion
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And he looks around him
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And he finds himself alone
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But rewards of unconsciousness
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Are yet to be had, to be had
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If you see me I'll be hypnotized
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From the fourteenth row I see rust on his hands
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Outside it's Church Street where all the people sing
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Hail to the King of oblivion
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If you see me I'll be mesmerized
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From my empty row I feel moved to my feet
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When his song is complete I hear the people sing
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Hail to the King of oblivion
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Of oblivion
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The King of Oblivion
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| Seven Nations |
