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The Gift Lyrics

Mark Hollis

So sold out
How dear you are
How on earth did you come to live as a clown

Close
Closed down
And here you are

Sun and then the shade
Sun eclipsed to shame

In youth you'd grown
Purest
Purest
Sail on

Cold
Burnt out
And fear you are
Gone
And now the shade

Sun eclipsed to shame