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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. 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.
And in my heart I can't contain it, the anthem won't explain it.
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams. Your misery and hate will kill us all.