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Welcome to the Black Parade

12. září 2011 v 18:34 | Shira Elizabeth Freux
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,
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 savior 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.
When through it all, the rise and fall,
The bodies in the streets.
And when your gone, we want you all to know:
We'll carry on, We'll carry on.
And though your 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.

A world that sends you reeling
from decimated dreams.
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back,
And let's shout out loud and clear.
Defiant to the end, we hear the call.

To carry on, We'll carry on
And though your 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 on we carry through the fears,
Disappointed faces of your peers
Take a look at me,
'Cause I could not care at all.

Do or die,
You'll never make me.
Because the world
Will never take my heart.
Go on try,
You'll never break me.
We want it all,
We wanna play this part.
I won't explain,
Or say I'm sorry.
I'm unashamed,
I'm gonna show my scar.
Give a cheer
For all the broken.
Listen here,
Because it´s who we are.
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero.
Just a boy,
Who had to sing this song.
I'm just a man,
Not a hero.
I - Don't - Care!

We´ll carry on, We'll carry on
And though your dead and gone, believe me,
Your memory will
Carry on, Well carry on.
And though you're broken and defeated,
The weary widow marches on.

Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world
Will never take my heart
Go and try
You'll never break me
We want it all
We want to play this part

Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world
Will never take my heart
Go and try
You'll never break me
We want it all
We want to play this part


WE'LL CARRY ON
 

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