WTTPB( bože to je tak otrepané...no nič)

15. listopadu 2007 v 20:28 | Dee |  textymcr
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.

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?"

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 you all to know.

We'll carry on, we'll carry on.
And though you're dead and gone, believe me,
your memory will carry on.
We'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.
Defiant to the end, we hear the call

To carry on, we'll carry on.
And though you're dead and gone believe me,
your memory will carry on.
We'll carry on.
And though you're broken and defeated,
your weary widow marches on.

On and on we carry on through the fears.
Dissapointed faces of your peers.
Take a look at me,
'Cause I could not care.. at all.

Do or die.
You'll never make me,
because the world will never take my heart.
Go and try,
you'll never break me.
We want it all!
We want to play this part.
I won't explain,
or say I'm sorry.
I'm unashamed.
I'm gonna show my scar.
Give a cheer,
for all the broken.
Listen here,
because it's who we are.
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero.
Just a boy,
who had to sing this song.
I'm just a man.
I'm not a hero.
I don't care!

We'll carry on, we'll carry on.
And though you're dead and gone, believe me,
your memory will carry on.
We'll carry on.
And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches on.

Do or die.
You'll never make me,
because the world will never take my heart.
Go and try,
you'll never break me.
We want it all! (we'll carry on)
Do or die.
You'll never make me,
because the world will never take my heart. (we'll carry on)
Go and try, (we'll carry)
you'll never break me.
We want it all! (we'll carry...)
We want to play this part. ...............on!!
 

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