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 saviour 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 saviour 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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Went through it all, the rise and fall,
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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,
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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 women 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, 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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Oh oh oh
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Disappointed faces of your peers.
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Oh oh oh
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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
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Don't
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Care!
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We'll carry on, 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.
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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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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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We'll carry on.
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Black Parade
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| My Chemical Romance |
