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