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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, will 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, will 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 street

And 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

Until my heart I can't contain it

The anthem won't explain it

A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams

You're 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

To carry on

We'll carry on,

And though your dead and gone believe me

Your memory will carry on

We'll carry on

And though your broken and defeated

Your weary widow marches on

And on we carry through the fears

Oh oh oh