miércoles, 17 de noviembre de 2010

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
will you be the saviour of the broken
the beaten and the damned?
Because one day I´ll leave you a phantom
to lead you in the summer,
to join the black parade."

"I´m just a man, I´m not a hero."

"I don´t care, we´ll carry on,
and thought you´re dead and gone believe me
your memory will carry on."


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