It's the rum runners curse I know the bastards have been watching me a while Set the new destination The colonies need their shine
Shun the sun Shun the sun What in the hell have I done Can't stay here so I run
This ship is sure not stock anymore I have named her the bird of Nas Eight storms on jupiter Now a just a memory that's gone
Shun the sun Shun the sun What in the hell have I done Can't stay here so I run
I slip away
Shine
Free from the constraints of orbital mechanics Travelling different routes From everybody else That's how I hide That's why they pay me
The colonies need their shine Thank fortune it is forbidden
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