Last of the Great Romantics Songtext

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Herecomes the last of the great romantics.
Faithful and true, believing in you,
Regardless of the things you do.

Herecomes the last of the great romantics,
Feetplanted wide, defying the tide.
Comeon Gatsby, stand aside.

Peoplesee me walking down the street
And Ihear them saying 'here he comes'
Thatboy makes a banquet from
Atable of crumbs...

Hehears romantic music in
Unanswered phones,
In theangry slamming of a door,
Andthe girl that he's mad about
Doesnot care any more.

Herecomes the last of the great romantics.
Defying the tide. Come on Gatsby, stand aside.

Herecomes the last of the great romantics.
Notfoolish, not grand, taking a stand.
Out oftouch? No, in command!

Sopeople, never ridicule the lovesick fool
Or sayhe's only carrying a torch,
In hishands it's a flamethrower
Andhis judgement is scorched.

Herecomes the last of the great romantics.
Nottortured, not wracked. Illusions intact.
Undiscouraged by the facts.

Herecomes the last of the great romantics.
Feetplanted wide, defying the tide,
Comeon Gatsby, stand aside.

Herecomes the last of the great romantics.