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." 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 you're gone we want you all to know. We'll carry on, We'll carry on, and though you're dead and gone believe me You memory will carry on, You'll 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, Let's shout it loud and clear. Do you fight it to the end {defiant to the end, we hear the call}COR RECTION!

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Welcome to the Black Parade (Radio Edit)
My Chemical Romance