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