[**mood** | amused]When I was,A young boy,My father, took me into the cityTo see a marching bandHe said "son when, you grow up, will you be, the saviour 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 boyMy father, took me into the cityTo see a marching bandHe said "son when, you grow up, will you be, the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned."Sometimes I get the feeling, she's watching over meAnd other times I feel like I should goWhen through it all, the rise and fallThe bodies in the streetAnd when you're gone we want you all to knowWe'll carry on, We'll carry onAnd though you say you don't believeYour memory will carry onWe'll carry onUntil my heart I can't contain itThe anthem won't explain itAnd we will send you reeling from decimated dreamsYou're misery and hate will kill us allSo paint it black and take it backLets shout it loud and clearTo fight it to the end we hear the callTo carry onWe'll carry on,And though your dead and gone believe meYour memory will carry onWe'll carry onAnd though your broken and defeatedYour weary widow marches onAnd on we carry through the fearsOh oh ohHere's the poignant faces of your piersOh oh ohTake a look at me 'cause I could not care at allDo or dieYou'll never make me'cause the world, will never take my (heart)You can try; you'll never break meYou want it all, I'm gonna play this (part)Won't explain, or say I'm sorryI'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my (scar)You're the chair, for all the brokenLose it here, because it's too meI'm just a man; I'm not a heroJust a boy, whose meant to sing this (song)I'm just a man; I'm not a heroIDon'tCareWe'll carry onWe'll carry onAnd though you're dead and gone believe meYour memory will carry onWe'll carry onAnd though your broken and defeatedYour weary widow marches on(Do or dieYou'll never make me'Cause the world, will never take my (heart)You can try; you'll never break meYou want it all, I'm gonna play this (part)Won't explain, or say I'm sorryI'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my (scar)You're the chair, for all the brokenLose it here, because it's too meI'm just a man; I'm not a heroJust a boy, whose meant to sing this (song)I'm just a man; I'm not a hero)We'll carry onWe'll carry onWe'll carry onWe'll carry onWe'll carry on |
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