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Star struck like a gong screaming like a choir setting everything on fire bleached black and blue a beaten blond. There but for the grace of God here I come. The fire of love is burning me the fire of love won't let me be. Steal it like a toy give it like a gift drink this down it's a catalyst. Punks, Skins and Latin Kings all call you brother. The Devil don't let you age gracefully but the angels never even spoke to me give me one great moment one epiphany. Oh you'll have one Jeffrey Lee. Poor old Jeffrey Lee. From Letras Mania