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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,
The 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.' 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're gone,
We'd 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,
Will carry on,
And in my heart,
I can't contain it,
The anthem won't explain it. And will we 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,
Keep fighting 'til the end,
We hear the call.
To 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. On and one, we carry through the fears.
(Oh-hoh-hoh...)
The dissapointed faces of your peers.
(Oh-hoh-hoh...)
Take a look at me, 'cause I could not care at all, and, oh, Bridge:
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,
I'm just a boy,
Who had to sing this song,
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero,
And 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. We'll carry on. We'll carry on...

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