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Gregory Alan Isakov > S

San Luis |||||

Weightlessness, no gravity Were we somewhere in-between I'm...

Saint Valentine |||||

Well Grace she is gone she's a half written poem She went ou...

San Francisco |||||

The mist fills, quiet room. San Francisco what the hell was ...

She Always Takes It Black |||||

dreaming up this golden grain but I'm falling from this shac...

Suitcase Full Of Sparks |||||

Travelling through the graveyard With a suitcase full of spa...

Shining Offa You |||||

Rubber floor mat in your car Perfume mixed with cigarette ta...