Here comes the last of the great romantics
Faithful and true, believing in you
Regardless of the things you do
Here comes the last of the great romantics
Feet planted wide, defying the tide
Come on Gatsby, stand aside
People see me walking down the street
And I hear them saying, Here he comes
That boy makes a banquet from
A table of crumbs
He hears romantic music in unanswered phones
In the angry slamming of a door
And the girl that he's mad about
Does not care any more
Here comes the last of the great romantics
Defying the tide
Come on Gatsby, stand aside
Here comes the last of the great romantics
Not foolish, not grand, taking a stand
Out of touch? No, in command
So people, never ridicule the lovesick fool
Or say he's only carrying a torch
In his hands it's a flamethrower
And his judgment is scorched
Here comes the last of the great romantics
Not tortured, not wracked, illusions intact
Undiscouraged by the facts
Here comes the last of the great romantics
Feet planted wide, defying the tide
Come on Gatsby, stand aside
Here comes the last of the great romantics

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