The Last of the Real Ones

Album: MANIA (2017)
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  • I was just an only child of the universe
    And then I found you, and then I found 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 inside you? But what's inside you?
    I know this whole damn city 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 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 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 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

    Go slow, yeah, take your time
    Never, never, never wanna call your line
    Yeah, yeah, last of the real ones
    Yeah, yeah, baby can you feel some
    In the pool like a spaceship
    Stoned like an ancient
    Gotta learn to have patience
    Countless nights, baby girl just lay there

    But my feelings are swaying
    And you keep me hanging
    Baby, gonna just wait on my phone

    '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 search 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 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

    I make heart eyes, I sacrifice, I break my neck
    For you I'd die, for you I'd die
    Roll over, I'm a puppy dog
    But I treasure you as all I've got
    As all I've got (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
    Jealousy, my worst enemy
    I try to escape, but it gets to me
    My one and only, so I'll be there
    Like I need to be

    '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 search 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 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 Writer/s: Andrew Hurley, Carlo Montagnese, Joseph Trohman, Malcolm Davis, Megan Buelow, Mike Wise, Patrick Stump, Peter Wentz
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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