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."
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