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CHORUS: In the arms of the angel, fly away from here, from this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel. You are pulled from the wreckage, Of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here. So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn, there's vultures and thieves at your back. lirik an art gallery