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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 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 asking Who stole her from heaven? And how much time has she got? This girl goes to eleven How could you think she's not? 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 asking |