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| C come unto me my winter son C we could lie on the rails
and when the morning comes Fmaj7 Fmaj7 Fm we'll be miles away, miles away C slipping away while the city sleeps C running away from this cruel disease F Fmaj7 Fm miles away, miles away
Am Em Am Em modern boys, modern boys F hand in hand Em sick of the fear F chasing away all the hungry years C Fmaj7 C Fm we're the modern boys
C come unto me my sickly thing C we could lie on the rails
but to really win Fmaj7 Fmaj7 Fm we'll just drive away, drive away C yes the world calls my international C so let the decades die
let the parties fall F Fmaj7 Fm and we'll be miles away, miles away 'cos we'll be living like
Am Em Am Em modern boys, modern boys F hand in hand Em sick of the fear F chasing away all the hungry years C Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 we're the modern boys, modern boys F Em into the night, under the stars F Em jumping the lights in the silent cars F he's on your left Em i'm on your right F it's so easy in the concrete night
A, D ( repeat )
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