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Like the wings stolen from an angel

Like petals gone from a rose

Like a dove caught in a storm

Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms

The wind it blew straight through us

And whispered to me in tongues

I was told I was warned

Tonight he would be in the Lord's Arms

Tonight he is in the Lord's Arms

So I drinked this wine to him

With each glass of memory

He left me with his crown of thornes

Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms

Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms

Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms