The voices out on the road tonight,
Are cutting through like a knife.
He`s seeing, but he`s not believing,
`Cause without her, he`s only grieving,
and he`s asking...
Chorus
Who stole her from heaven?
And how much time has she got?
This girl goes to eleven,
How could you think she`s not?
Angles from above have sent her,
To be with him and find him a cure.
For his life compass had been put away,
Now he can leave there for another day
and he`s askin...
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She`s perfectly not perfect,
But that`s exactly what he sees.
It`s her that he loves and protects,
he`s wondering if she`s here to stay
and he`s askin...
