When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when u grow up
Would u be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned??
He said, "Will u 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 u in the summer
To kom bij 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 want u all to know
We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're...
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