| When I was
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| A young boy,
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| My father
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| Took me into the city
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| To see a marching band.
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| He said,
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| «Son when
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| You grow up,
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| Would you be
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| The savior of the broken,
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| The beaten and the damned?»
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| He said
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| «Will you
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| Defeat them,
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| You demons,
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| And all the non believers,
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| The plans that they have made?
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| Because one day
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| I’ll leave you,
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| A phantom
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| To lead you in the summer,
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| To join the black parade.»
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| When I was,
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| A young boy
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| My father, took me into the city
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| To see a marching band
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| He said, «Son when you grow up,
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| will you be the savior of the broken,
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| the beaten and the damned?»
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| Sometimes I get the feeling, she’s watching over me
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| And other times I feel like I should go
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| Went through it all, the rise and fall
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| The bodies in the streets
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| And when you’re gone we want you all to know
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| We’ll carry on, We’ll carry on
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| And though you’re all dead and gone believe me
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| Your memory will carry on
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| We’ll carry on
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| And in my heart I can’t contain it
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| The anthem won’t explain it
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| A woman sends you reeling from decimated dreams
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| Your misery and hate will kill us all
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| So paint it black and take it back
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| Let’s shout out loud and clear
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| Defiant to the end we hear the call
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| To carry on
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| We’ll carry on,
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| And though you’re dead and gone believe me
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| Your memory will carry on
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| We’ll carry on
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| And though you’re broken and defeated
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| Your weary widow marches
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| On and on we carry through the fears
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| Oh oh oh
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| disappointed faces of your peers
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| Oh oh oh
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| Take a look at me 'cause I could not care at all
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| Do or die
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| You’ll never make me
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| Because the world will never take my heart
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| Come and try; |
| you’ll never break me
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| We want it all, we want to play this part
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| I won’t explain, or say I’m sorry
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| I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my scar
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| Give a cheer, for all the broken
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| Listen here, because it’s who we are
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| I’m just a man; |
| I’m not a hero
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| Just a boy, whose meant to sing this song
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| I’m just a man; |
| I’m not a hero
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| Don’t
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| Care!
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| We’ll carry on
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| We’ll carry on
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| And though you’re dead and gone believe me
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| Your memory will carry on
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| We’ll carry on
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| And though you’re broken and defeated
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| Your weary widow marches on
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| Do or die
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| You’ll never make me
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| Because the world will never take my heart
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| Come and try; |
| you’ll never break me
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| We want it all, we want to play this part
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| Do or die
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| You’ll never make me
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| Because the world will never take my heart
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| Go and try; |
| you’ll never break me
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| We want it all, we want to play this part
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| We’ll carry on |