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| 1. To Sheila twilight fades through blistered avalon the sky's cruel torch on arching autobahn into the uncertain divine we scream into the last divine you make me real you make me real strong as i feel you make me real sheila rides on crashing nightingale intake eyes leave passing vapor trails with blushing brilliance alive because it's time to arrive you make me real you make me real strong as i feel you make me real lately I just can't seem to believe discard my friends to change the scenery it meant the wrold to hold a bruising faith but now it's just a matter of grace a summer storm graces all of me highway warm sing silent poetry I could bring you the light and take you home into the night you make me real lately I just can't seem to believe you make me real discard my friends to change the scenery strong as i feel it meant the wrold to hold a bruising faith you make me real but now it's just a matter of grace |
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