Come unto me my winter son We could lie on the rails And when the morning comes We'll be miles away Miles away
Slipping away while the city sleeps Running away from this cruel disease Miles away, miles away
Modern boys, modern boys Hand in hand, sick of the fear Chasing away all the hungry years We're the modern boys
Come onto me my sickly thing We could lie on the rails But to really win we'll just drive away, drive away
Yes, the world calls my international So let the decades die, let the parties fall And we'll be miles away, miles away Because we'll be living like Modern boys, modern boys
Hand in hand, sick of the fear Chasing away all the hungry years
Into the night, under the stars Jumping the lights in the silent cars He's on your left, I'm on your right It's so easy in the concrete night
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