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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 SongtexteChasing 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 Aus Songtexte Mania