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Nova Scotia

This song is by Ten Foot Pole and appears on the album Bad Mother Trucker (2002).

I watch the objects form in cloudy skies
A bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes
So I pound a shot down
My arm and set up a new round
Till me, myself and I can't concentrate

The clouds conspire to show me what I miss
Hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered up to kiss
The wind blows
Drags her nose
Through her forehead like a horn grows
The omen
Clear but years too late
Nova scotia's so damn cold yeah
I moved here to give her space
Drinking stoli to kill my
There's not enough to lose her face

She poisoned our hometown
So I moved a half a world away
Where frozen
Winter chokes the color
Leaving black and white and gray

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