Center of the Sun

It's a jump to the left
 And a step to the right
 Through a hole in folded over space and time
 Cause I'm leaving the home base
 And I will be presumed MIA
 In a Cobra MKVII hyper bound
 They call me son of a gun
 A privateer on the run
 But its fine with me cause I'm heading for the center of the sun
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 With a cargo of counterfeit goods
 Passing overgrown green backwoods
 Where the gravitation makes it an endeavor
 Through a vision of smoke
 I can see that it's no joke
 That the war we fight is going on forever
 They call me son of a gun
 A privateer on the run
 But its fine with me cause I'm heading for the center of the sun
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 They call me son of a gun
 A privateer on the run
 But its fine with me cause I'm heading for the center of the sun
 Center of the sun
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 Center of the sun
 Center of the sun