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Well, some things are plain to clear eyes Some gifts go completely unrecognized We're shackled to hate and bound up by fear Straining to see my face in the mirror Yeah, I once knew a man who left town on the run He went looking for joy, but joy didn't come So let Your name with praise be adorned Sing, angel choirs, for Jesus is born I'm picking through pieces of yesterday's boasting Hold them up to the light and examine them closely My love is a field that the weeds have grown up in My earth is all scorched with my wreckage and ruin The cup is tarnished, but the wine is true Only the finest 200 proof So let Your name with praise be adorned Sing, angel choirs, for Jesus is born Holy Mary, meek and mild Full of the Spirit, full with child Stumble around through the message each year So open these eyes Open these ears Aus Songtexte Mania