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When I was a young boy my father took me into the city

to see a marching band

He said 'Son when you grow up, would you be, the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?'

He said 'Will you, defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?

Because one day I'll leave you a phantom to lead you in the summer to join the Black Parade.'



WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY, MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY

TO SEE A MARCHING BAND!

HE SAID 'SON WHEN YOU GROW UP, WOULD YOU BE, THE SAVIOUR OF THE BROKEN, THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED?!'



Sometimes I get the feeling

She's watching over me

And other times I feel like I should go

And through it all; the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets

And when you come we watch you want to know



We'll carry on

We'll carry on

and though you're singing, god believe me

Your memory will carry on

You'll carry on

And in my heart I can't contain it

The end of world is waiting



Your romances you reel in from decimated dreams

Your misery and hate will kill us all!

So paint it black and take it back

And let's shout aloud at prayer!

Defy unto the end we hear the call!



So carry on

We'll carry on

and though your singing, god believe me

Your memory will carry on

And carry on

And though you're broken and defeated

Your weary widow marches



On and on we carry through the fears

Disappointed faces of your peers

Take a look at me

Cause I could not care at all



Do or die

You'll never make me

Because I won't

You'll never take my heart

And though they try

They'll never break me

They want it all

They wanna break this heart



I won't explain

Or say I'm sorry

I'm not ashamed

I'm gonna show my scar

Give the chair

Now while I'm broken

Listen here!

And listen to me!



I'm just a man,

I'm not a hero

Just a boy

Now let him sing this song

I'm just a man

I'm not a hero

I don't care



We'll carry on

We'll carry on

And though you're singing, god believe me

Your memory will carry on

You'll carry on

And though you're broken and defeated

Your weary widow marches on!



Do or die

You'll never make me

Because I won't

You'll never take my heart

And though they try

They'll never break me

They want it all

They wanna break this heart



Do or die

You'll never make me

Because I won't

You'll never take my heart

And though they try

They'll never break me

They want it all

They wanna break this heart