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