Fall Out Boy - The last of the real ones

^BmI was just an only ch^Gild of the universe ^EmAnd then I found you ^GAnd then I found you ^BmYou are the sun and ^GI am just the planets ^EmSpinning around you ^GSpinning around you ^BmYou were too good to be ^Gtrue

^EmBut what's inside you ^GBut what's inside you ^BmI know this whole damn ci^Gty thinks it needs you ^EmBut not as much as I do ^GAs much as I do, ^Bmyeah

'Cause you're the last of a dying ^Bmbreed Write our names in the wet conc^Grete I wonder if your therapist ^Emknows everything about ^Gme I'm here in search of your ^Bmglory There's been a million be^Gfore me That ultra-kind of ^Emlove You never walk away ^Gfrom You're just the last of the real ones ^{Bm G} You're just the last of the real ones ^{Em G} You're just the last of the real ones ^{Bm G} You're just the last of the real ones ^{Em G} You're just the last of the real ones ^Bm

^BmI am a collapsing ^Gstar with tunnel vision ^EmBut only for you ^GBut only for you ^BmMy head is stripped just like a ^Gscrew that's been tightened too many times ^EmWhen I think of you ^GWhen I think of you ^BmI will shield you from the w^Gaves

^EmI will protect you ^GI will protect you Just ^Bmtell me, tell me, tell me I^G, I am the only one ^EmEven if it's not true ^GEven if it's not true, ^Bmyeah

'Cause you're the last of a dying ^Bmbreed Write our names in the wet conc^Grete I wonder if your therapist ^Emknows everything about ^Gme I'm here in search of your ^Bmglory There's been a million be^Gfore me That ultra-kind of ^Emlove You never walk away ^Gfrom You're just the last of the real ones ^{Bm G} You're just the last of the real ones ^{Em G} You're just the last of the real ones ^{Bm G} You're just the last of the real ones ^{Em G}

I'm ^Ghere at the beginning of the ^Dend Oh, the ^Bmend of infinity ^Awith you I'm ^Ghere at the beginning of the ^Dend Oh, the ^Bmend of infinity ^Awith you I'm ^Gdone with having dreams The th^Ding that I believe Oh, ^Bmyou drain all the ^Afear from me I'm ^Gdone with having dreams The th^Ding that I believe You ^Bmdrain the fear from me ^A

'Cause you're the last of a dying ^Bmbreed Write our names in the wet conc^Grete I wonder if your therapist ^Emknows everything about ^Gme I'm here in search of your ^Bmglory There's been a million be^Gfore me That ultra-kind of ^Emlove You never walk away ^Gfrom You're just the last of the real ones ^{Bm G} You're just the last of the real ones ^{Em G} You're just the last of the real ones ^{Bm G} You're just the last of the real ones ^{Em G}