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