| When I was a young girl, my father
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| Took me into the city to see a marching band
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| He said, «Girl, when you grow up would you be
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| The savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?»
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| He said, «Will you defeat them? |
| Your demons
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| And all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?
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| Because one day, I’ll leave you a phantom
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| To lead you in the summer to join the black parade…»
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| Sometimes I get the feeling she’s watching over me
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| And other times I feel like I should go
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| And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets
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| And when you’re gone, we want you all to know
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| We’ll carry on, we’ll carry on, and though you’re
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| Dead and gone, believe me, your memory will carry on
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| We’ll carry on, and in my heart I can’t contain it
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| The anthem won’t explain it
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| Do or die, you’ll never make me
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| Because the world will never take my heart
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| Go and try, you’ll never break me
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| We want it all, we wanna play this part
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| I won’t explain or say I’m sorry
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| I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my scars
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| Give a cheer for all the broken
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| Listen here, because it’s who we are
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| I’m just a man, You’re not a hero
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| Just a girl, who had to sing this song
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| I’m just a man, You’re not a hero
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| I don’t care!
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| We’ll carry on, we’ll carry on, and though you’re
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| Dead and gone, believe me, your memory will carry on
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| We’ll carry on, and in my heart I can’t contain it
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| The anthem won’t explain it |