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• Artiste: Seven Nations
• Titre: The King Of Oblivion
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Between the refuge of the interstate overpass and the Sun State building stretching twenty-four stories to the skies car tires and cats' eyes sing a lullabye He walks the sidewalk like he's dancing on fire he climbs the fire escape like there's no place higher than his room and he can feel all eyes upon him when he moves If you see me I'll be hypnotized from the fourteenth row I see rust on his hands outside it's Church Street where all the people sing hail to the King of Oblivion He's born on friday but he's Saturday's child from his room down the hall I hear his radio dialed to a Broadway serenade as ashes on beer cans make their promenade If you see me I'll be mesmerized from my empty row I feel moved to my feet outside it's Church Street where all the people sing hail to the King of Oblivion and he looks around him and he finds himself alone but rewards of unconsciousness are yet to be had, to be had If you see me I'll be hypnotized from the fourteenth row I see rust on his hands outside it's Church Street where all the people sing hail to the King of Oblivion If you see me I'll be mesmerized from my empty row I feel moved to my feet when his song is complete I hear the people sing hail to the King of Oblivion of Oblivion