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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 savior 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 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 savior 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.
When, through
it all, the rise and fall,
The bodies in the streets.
And when you're gone we want you all to know,
We'll carry
on, we'll carry on.
Though you're dead and gone, believe me,
Your memory will carry on, will carry on,
We'll
carry on, we'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it,
The anthem won't explain it.
And we will send you
reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back,
Let's shout
it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end?
We hear the call to, to carry on;
We'll carry on.
And though
you're dead and gone, believe me,
Your memory will carry on,
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your
weary widow marches on.
And on we carry, through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers,
Ooh
oh ohhhh,
Take a look at me, cause I could not care at all;
Do or die, you'll never make me.
Cause the world
will never take my heart.
You can try; you'll never break me.
want it all, I'm gonna play this part;
I won't explain
or say I'm sorry
I'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
You're the chair, for all the broken
Listen here, because
it's only...
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero!
Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song;
Just a man, I'm not a hero!
I
don't care!
We'll carry on, We'll carry on.
And though you're dead and gone, believe me,
Your memory will carry
on, will carry on.
And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches on,
Do or die, you'll never
make me.
Cause the world will never take my heart.
You can try; you'll never break me.
want it all, I'm gonna play
this part;
we'll carry on.
Do or die, you'll never make me.
Cause the world will never take my heart.
You
can try; you'll never break me.
want it all, I'm gonna play this part;
we'll carry on.
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