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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Drums
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Guitar
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Vocals
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Bass
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
Fall Out Boy
Fall Out Boy
Co-Producer
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Producer
Illangelo
Illangelo
Co-Producer
Todd Stopera
Todd Stopera
Engineer
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Mastering 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 I am a collapsing 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 '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'm here at the beginning of the end Oh, the end of infinity with you I'm here 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 drain 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 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): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman, Carlo Montagnese Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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