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