9 years ago
Dying Breed
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Fuck, fuck
I like what you look like in the morning (in the morning, yeah)
After we were out the whole night (whole night)
Picture perfect fine for the photos
You real, you are really my type
I like when we put our fucking phones away
Stare each other down in my room
Yeah, they don't need to know about the games we play
Nobody compares to you, yeah
Baby, don't try to be anyone else for me
Oh, they don't make 'em like you
You're the last of a dying breed
Don't try to be anyone else for me
Oh, they don't make 'em like you
You're the last
Last of a dying breed, baby
Last of a dying breed, baby
Last of a dying breed, baby
Runny mascara, night terror
Break in to my mind all day
Feel just like I'm talking to the mirror
Every time you look my way
I like when we put the fucking past away
Stories got way too old
You're making me feel like I was a castaway
Coming inside from the cold
Baby, don't try to be anyone else for me
Oh, they don't make 'em like you
You're the last of a dying breed
Don't try to be anyone else for me
Oh, they don't make 'em like you
You're the last
Last of a dying breed, baby
Last of a dying breed, baby
Last of a dying breed, baby
Writer(s): Marc Griffin
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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