Take my flag
Take my home
My mother tongue
Take my bag
Take my phone
Where it all went wrong
Take my stock
Take my gold
To the devil’s den
Take my porn
Take my soul
Till I’m born again
But don’t take away what we had
Don’t take away what we had
Take my cells
Take my bones
My cancerous lumps
Take my words
Take my poems
To the nearest dump
Take my love
Take my heart
For what it’s worth
On the day I die
Take my date of birth
Wipe it off from the face of the earth
But don’t take away what we had
Don’t take away what we had
My dearest friend
I’ve known you for so long
Here till the end
I will be from now on
Just hold my hand
In the middle of the storm
In the middle of the storm
Take my pride
Take my ride
Where the sun once shone
Take my fears
Take my tears
Make them your own
Take my lowest
Take my deepest
Manly voice
Take my chances
Take my fences
It’s your choice
But don’t take away what we had
Don’t take away what we had
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