Like the wings stolen from an angel
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Like petals gone from a rose
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Like a dove caught in a storm
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Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms
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The wind it blew straight through us
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And whispered to me in tongues
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I was told, I was warned
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Tonight he would be in the Lord's Arms
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Tonight he is in the Lord's Arms
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So I drink this wine to him
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With each glass, a memory
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He left with his crown of thornes
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Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms
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Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms
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Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms
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Drugs Don't Work
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| Ben Harper |
