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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 (Photo fine, babe) You real, you are really my type, uh 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 into 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 SongtexteStories 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 Aus Songtexte Mania