Karaoké The Last of the Real Ones Fall Out Boy

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 spinnin' around you

Spinnin' 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

'Cos you're the last of a dyin' 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

I am a collapsin' star with 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

When 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 protect you

Just tell me, tell me, tell me I

I am the only one

Even if it's not true

Even if it's not true

Yeah

'Cos you're the last of a dyin' 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

I'm here at the beginnin' of the end

Oh the end of infinity with you

I'm here at the beginnin' of the end

Oh the end of infinity with you

I'm done with havin' dreams

The thing that I believe

Oh you drain all the fear from me

I'm done with havin' dreams

The thing that I believe

You drain the fear from me

'Cos you're the last of a dyin' 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