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Fall Out Boy - The Last Of The Real Ones (Remix / Audio) ft. MadeinTYO, bülow
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fall Out Boy
Fall Out Boy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Songwriter
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Songwriter
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Songwriter
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Songwriter
Carlo "Illangelo" Montagnese
Carlo "Illangelo" Montagnese
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Producer
Illangelo
Illangelo
Additional Producer
Todd Stopera
Todd Stopera
Engineer
Suzy Shinn
Suzy Shinn
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 I feel some? In the pool, like a spaceship Stoned like an ancient Gotta learn to have patience Countless nights, baby girl, just lay there (yeah, yeah) But my feelings are swaying (yeah, yeah) And you keep me hanging (yeah, yeah) Baby, gonna just wait on my phone (yeah, 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 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 It's all I've got, it's 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, Mike Wise, Malcolm Davis, Peter Wentz, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman, Megan Buelow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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