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-kinda love you never walk away from 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-kinda love you never walk away from 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-kinda love you never walk away from 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-kinda love you never walk away from You're just the last of the real ones Like a witch on the new moon I conjure to see you soon With my mind or without brew I could sing the sweetest tune The sun, the stars, the moon are full Oh my God, you're beautiful I fell to life, Earth hear my cries There's stars in my eyes, and there's you by my side 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

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Fall Out Boy's Patrick Stump: "It was really important to me that we made something that we savoured"

Yesterday (15th January), Fall Out Boy took to the stage at the ALTer Ego event to perform an eight-song set. While there, they also found time discuss their upcoming album.

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The Last of the Real Ones (Milk N Cooks remix)