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Tag: Nova Scotia

January 28, 2019

Lyrics #10 – Visitor – Greg MacPherson

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‘It’s not where you’re at my friend it’s who you are there that really mattersI’m going back to Nova Scotia just as soon as I serve my time’ Check song out here. VisitorThe city sometimes is a backhanded invitationIt’s all just sitting there waiting for a man knows where it’s atBut if you want in […]

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