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The Last Of The Real Ones 
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by Fall Out Boy
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I was just an only child of the universe
And then I you
And then I found you
You are the sun and I am just the planets
Spinning you
Spinning you
You were too good to be true
Gold plated
But what's you
But what's you
I know this whole city thinks it needs you
But not as much as I do
As much as I do, yeah
'Cause you're the of a dying breed
Write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I'm in search of your glory
There's a million before me
That ultra-kind of love
You never walk away from
You're the last of the real ones
You're just the of the real ones
You're just the last of the real ones
(You're just the last of the real ones)
You're just the last of the real ones
(You're just the last of the real ones)
You're just the of the real ones
I am a collapsing star vision
But only for you
But only for you
My is stripped like a screw that's been tightened too times
I think of you
When I of you
I will you from the waves
If they you
I will protect you
I protect you
Just tell me, tell me, tell me, I
I am the one
if it's not true
Even if it's not true, yeah
'Cause you're the last of a dying breed
our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows about me
I'm here in of your glory
There's been a million before me
That ultra-kind of love
You never walk from
You're just the last of the real ones
You're just the last of the real ones
You're the last of the real ones
(You're just the of the real ones)
You're the of the real ones
(You're just the last of the real ones)
You're just the last of the real ones
I'm at the beginning of the end
Oh, the end of infinity with you
I'm here at the beginning of the end
Oh, the end of infinity with you
I'm done with dreams
The thing that I believe
Oh, you drain all the fear from me
I'm done with having dreams
The thing that I believe
You the fear from me
'Cause you're the last of a dying breed
our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if therapist knows everything about me
I'm here in search of your glory
There's been a million me
That ultra-kind of love
You never walk away from
You're just the of the real ones
You're just the last of the real ones
You're just the last of the real ones
(You're just the of the real ones)
You're just the last of the ones
(You're just the last of the real ones)
You're just the of the real ones
And then I you
And then I found you
You are the sun and I am just the planets
Spinning you
Spinning you
You were too good to be true
Gold plated
But what's you
But what's you
I know this whole city thinks it needs you
But not as much as I do
As much as I do, yeah
'Cause you're the of a dying breed
Write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I'm in search of your glory
There's a million before me
That ultra-kind of love
You never walk away from
You're the last of the real ones
You're just the of the real ones
You're just the last of the real ones
(You're just the last of the real ones)
You're just the last of the real ones
(You're just the last of the real ones)
You're just the of the real ones
I am a collapsing star vision
But only for you
But only for you
My is stripped like a screw that's been tightened too times
I think of you
When I of you
I will you from the waves
If they you
I will protect you
I protect you
Just tell me, tell me, tell me, I
I am the one
if it's not true
Even if it's not true, yeah
'Cause you're the last of a dying breed
our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows about me
I'm here in of your glory
There's been a million before me
That ultra-kind of love
You never walk from
You're just the last of the real ones
You're just the last of the real ones
You're the last of the real ones
(You're just the of the real ones)
You're the of the real ones
(You're just the last of the real ones)
You're just the last of the real ones
I'm at the beginning of the end
Oh, the end of infinity with you
I'm here at the beginning of the end
Oh, the end of infinity with you
I'm done with dreams
The thing that I believe
Oh, you drain all the fear from me
I'm done with having dreams
The thing that I believe
You the fear from me
'Cause you're the last of a dying breed
our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if therapist knows everything about me
I'm here in search of your glory
There's been a million me
That ultra-kind of love
You never walk away from
You're just the of the real ones
You're just the last of the real ones
You're just the last of the real ones
(You're just the of the real ones)
You're just the last of the ones
(You're just the last of the real ones)
You're just the of the real ones
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