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