Well I left my home in a Scotia town
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Moved out west where I'd be found
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Dreamin' well I'm dreamin'
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Well I never thought my life would change
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Always thought it'd be the same
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But leaving I'm still believing
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That childhood dream I'll have someday
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Slowly starts to fade away
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I'm seeing
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So very close I could almost taste
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Seems those years have been a waste
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Decieving it's been decieving
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Time has past but I still feel
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The ocean breeze it seems so real
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I'm hoping, just hoping
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Someday soon if it all works out
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Nova Scotia is where I'm bound
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Believing, I'm still believing
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I'll hear the waves against the shore
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Seagulls cries at the fishing warf
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I'm hearing
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The mackerel runs and the dory boats
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The simple ways I love the most
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I'm dreamin' just dreamin'
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I see her when I close my eyes
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The Scotia land I once despised
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Longing, just longing
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It's been ten years or more it seems
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But I've still got my memories
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I'm holdin', just holding
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Through the years I've wondered why
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The grass seemed greener on the other side
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But I'm learning
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When I set my feet on that Scotia ground
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Then I know I've surely found
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The meaning, the meaning
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Well it don't matter where I go
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'Cause in my heart my Scotia home is waitin'
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Just waiting
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Good Lord knows I regret the day
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I packed it up and moved away
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But someday, maybe somday
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I'm dreaming just dreaming
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Believing I'm still believing
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Lord I'm hoping, I'm hoping
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Yeah believing, I'm still believing
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Scotia Home
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