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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. When you're gone we want you all to know. We'll 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 in my heart I can't contain it. The anthem won't explain it. A woman sends you reeling from decimated dreams, your misery and hate will kill us all. So paint it black and take it back, lets shout it loud and clear. Defiant to the end, we hear the call. Do or die, you'll never make me because the world, will never take my heart you can try, you'll never break me you want it all, you wanna play this part I won't explain or say I'm sorry I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar give a cheer, for all the broken listen here, because it's only you I'm just a man, I'm not a hero I'm just a boy, who's meant to sing this song I'm just a man, I'm not a hero I don't care.
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