| When I was a young boy,
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| My father took me into the city
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| To see a marching band.
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| He said, "Son when you grow up,
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| would you be the savior of the broken,
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| the beaten and the damned?"
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| He said "Will you defeat them,
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| your demons, and all the non-believers,
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| the plans that they have made?"
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| "Because one day I'll leave you,
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| A phantom to lead you in the summer,
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| To join The Black Parade."
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| When I was a young boy,
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| My father took me into the city
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| To see a marching band.
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| He said, "Son when you grow up,
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| would you be the savior of the broken,
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| the beaten and the damned?"
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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,
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| We'll carry on
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| And though you're dead and gone believe me
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| Your memory will carry on
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| We'll carry on
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| And in my heart I can't contain it
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| The anthem won't explain it.
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| A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
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| Your misery and hate will kill us all.
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| So paint it black and take it back
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| Let's shout it loud and clear
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| Defiant to the end we hear the call
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| To carry on
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| We'll carry on
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| And though you're dead and gone believe me
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| Your memory will carry on
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| We'll carry on
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| And though you're broken and defeated
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| Your weary widow marches
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| On and on we carry through the fears
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| Ooh oh ohhhh
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| Disappointed faces of your peers
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| Ooh oh ohhhh
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| Take a look at me ‘cause I could not care at all
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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 want to 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 scar
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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, I'm not a hero
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| Just a boy, who had to sing this song
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| I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
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| I! |
| don't! |
| care!
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| We'll carry on
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| We'll carry on
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| And though you're dead and gone believe me
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| Your memory will carry on
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| We'll carry on
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| And though you're broken and defeated
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| Your weary widow marches on |